At varying degrees of speed we spin, Inward to paths without end, Movements numbered and forgotten, As if confined to the head of a pin, With caution we dance to the end, Each step measured and remembered, Through each tiny glass we whisper, Words we dare not say aloud, Sounds timed and repeated, Within the space you see, Sights you cannot share with me, Visions received and realized, Here the metal groans and grows, Angling upward from one point, Pyramids in reverse, Walking on our hands it’s clear, Laughter floats upon the air, Serenades our every thought.