A finite sphere rotating

revolving zooming

in infinite space ~

a solemn unborn etiquette

nurtures the season-rhythms

notates stubborn linear-time

winter spring summer autumn

the cycles return triumphant

in inexplicable mystic order ~

the passages dream out

strange astral-configurations

extra-galactic conundrums

meta-logical aspirations

sheer pangs of absolute wonder ~

The riddle is linear and

circular together everywhere ~

in the sacred nodes of these

temporal labyrinths

we must seek the clarities

of perfect lost eternities ~

The error {if any)

is these grand primal projections

these infinite wonder-horizons ~

Circa 1987 ~