ToyTops

And now I understand

Why the shaman willfully

Removes himself from society

It’s not to think

But rather to unthink

Life has a way

Of winding us up

Setting us about spinning

Like little toy tops

Bumping into the other

On the way to

God knows where that

At some point some

Of us climb mountains

Or walk into forests

Tired of being dizzy

All of the time