Turnest the World
“Where turnest the world?” asked Man.
Wind answered back, “Not around thee.”
“From whence doth the cold wind blow?” said Man.
“From the north and into me.” said Sea.
“To whence doth the green sea flow?”, said Man.
Moon answered,”Not to you, but to me.”
“And wherefore does Moon shine on me”, said Man.
“Moon shines on me, not thee”, said She…
-Me
Turnest the Screw
“Wither, whence and nod,” cried She
adrift again in the sea’s green flow.
The moon it seems was a nightly glow
and not the sum of her vanity.
-Dad
