Round and round
Like a merry-go-round
Is a top-heavy and bottom-light top
That will usher in a carousal
Of rebirth and renewal

When prima ballerina
Will pirouette in perfect circles
In her candy-floss skirt, until it’s time to let go
– To escape from the ouroboro
Of cyclic metamorphosis –

When pendulums arrest
And clocks freeze
And there will only be the endless lull
Of infinite freedom

In solvation of solute.