Today, and tomorrow, and today

Lines, arched

meet in a swivel

Or swivelled,

meet in an arc

Sight without sound,

or sound without sight.

Unforeseeable travelers

 

silent, Straighten the arcs

or arc the lines

Disruptive and undaunted, though, in all regard

Paradoxically.

Cyclical swivels,

vicious until Your flame dances

 

and gentle thereafter-

For eternal it is but one.