Turning, turns and twirls and falls
This Earth with you and me and all.
On and on and ends and then,
With mourning sails the starship again...

Darling, I can't breathe all the time in this dance.
I try to find room for pulling back,
for anchors and for blinking things back inside me,
You're not letting me -- blink, go.
I can't dance always when I can see
projections of possible endings over the edge ahead.
Tell me something, some THING, some Ground,
some single, clear word.

Or I keep dancing and my strings keep pulling,
in all directions, outward and upward, through all this space
and through time and nothing
can stop my spin
and I will crash.