The Braking of the Whirled
To whom
Put the spin
On the whirled
And how made
A brake
For it
As rein
On the rich
And poor temp
To dis patch bad luck
Wanting
What they halve
Mirror bits
And peaces
Between war out
Shaky wrests
In the thick of thinness
Far-fetched closeness
A mist
Exclusive clubs
Bad manors
And limousines careening
Coming to
A fool stop
What might be
The solution
Stuck in the same owed ship
Over aheads
Waters
Still
With deep a motion
Yearning to breathe
At the bottom of the see
What seams the impassable
To inspire without heir
More than litter
Beyond fishy schooling
Emerge
Onto landing
Beyond species arguments
Anew creation
Playing in a chord
With won and awe
As no longer band-ish
To the hinder lands
