Two-sided through four sides
We slide
Are we up, are we down?
Twirling round and round
Spectral spaces found
Leaves enjoy their autumn
Do you like the fall?
Suppose yourself above it all
In our self-made worlds
Well, I met her when an old established
Twining friendship failed
You’d think by now
It would be right, that I’m not nailed
To some obscure note
That runs along a board
In our self-made worlds
Do we rote
Changes into harmony
Revolutions oiled to that symphony