Progress is a tornadoing spiral,
repeating on itself but growing,
Only visible as such from a certain bird’s eye axis,
which shows reason to the rings.
The proper path is through its eye
and though we will wander off it,
This is only as the planets wander from the sun
bound always by centrifugal certainty.
Finally one day we will be hurled out of space,
and through the eye will see
our mother earth
and know us for ourselves,
The crooked path straightened.
The spiral spun out
Spinning, dancing. Forward