Measured in Degrees (No Distance Has Been Traveled) -4/06/05

Your eyes, somehow, are magnets unto me
Whose push and pull show lack of certainty

They often spin the needle in my heart
First this way, then the other way around
So that I cannot tell which way I’m lead.

Around, around, the spinning sky and ground
Now put me on my feet, now on my head
And I can never tell where I’ll be bound
So swift we switch to joy, then back to dread.

And you are so amazing in your art
That all this flurry’s done without a sound;
In all this turmoil, not a word is said.

Good God, how fragile life like this can be,
When just one look can shake the galaxy.