Standing on the shoulders of giants is a heady proposition.
We would stare into the backs of our heads 'cept for swirls.

Comprised of the bodies of giants should give anyone pause.
Never-ending swirls clue us unto flashes of reality.

Stars radiate, grow, collapse, erupt, explode - in what proportions ?
Volcanoes erupt in multi-colored swirls of molten air and rock.

The bodies of giants divide and prepare for further change.
Giants inhabit the cosmos, sustaining us - body and soul..

Light bends, divides, refracts, swirls, but doesn't change (much.)
Machines change, and generally improve; swirling machines change grandly.
But do they improve, or simply, grandly change ?

The worm turns slowly and contributes.
Planets whirl and contribute -
Galaxies whirl and contribute -
The universe turns slowly and contributes.

From dust the cosmos are, to swirling dust we shall return.

Copyright 1995 Louis J. Rose All Rights Reserved.