Spiraling up into the sky,
or down into the earth,
it's the stairs that matter,
shaped for ever-more focused,
inward traveling.
What is found at the center of the
journey?
A snail?
Come back, spinning with me, to the outward
manifestation
of things.
Is it a black hole that we live
inside?
Writing by Regina Stemberger
Photo "whirl and reach out" by procsilas
Site and design by Mike Boers,
built
on
the
shoulders
of
others.
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