Pirouette
I can only hope
To spread and experience
The King of angels
What isn’t experienced
Can’t be spread
Everything else has a cold
And vacant sheen
That once raged deep
Into the dying of the light
Hitting the keyless key
With my Jupiter finger
Pressing down hard
On what I’m told
I can’t remember or forget
Clap your hands
I’m on a mission
Clap your hands
I’m plotting sub divisions
My impassioned activision
May be my stone cold now submission
Until I come to one day –
Pirouette