Spheres revolve, evolve, and turn,
The World – it spins, my candle burns.
My wax doth drip, and make a mess,
But this is at the world’s behest!
I burn, I burn, I melt away,
A little more every day,
As the earthen ground doth spin.
The light grows bright, and then it dims…
The days roll on, I grow, I learn,
Uncovered by the light of the fire that burns.
The cycle of life, it endlessly turns.
I am a piece of infinity;
I in it, and it in me.
The structure is fractal,
The pieces are whole.