spiral
a world that is beyond perception,
exists in the tablets of history.
we are close to define,
yet far away to accept.
a frightful spirit, in darkness
turns away from the light.
only a spiral sequence
of turning arrows on a clock,
holds us from understanding
everything within our decaying grasp.
the cries of a broken spirit,
grace the tomb of a once great man,
but the grave is ravaged, and empty.