Hooping — curving twisting looping

higher lower stretching stooping

rotating arching arcing spinning

is, perhaps, or is not sinning

Spiralling and oscillating

revolving, swirling and gyrating

hoop-rocking and hula rolling

while the death bells keep on tolling

Shifting hips wheel, slowly turning

raging wildfires keep on burning

outside, sky of opaque amber

poison smoke fuels pent-up anger

Pivot-twirling, pirouetting

dreams of incarnate forgetting

The moving body learns the lesson

The body's learning doesn't lessen

horror rampant in the world

still there while you have swiftly whirled

that hoop, near weightless, round your waist

This room in which for months you've paced

grown wisdom weird within new muscle

as you hoop on — a tao sign hustle

a kind of plea, a spinning prayer

response to some daemonic dare

might draw some good, invoke some rain

remove some hurt . . . might keep you sane?

Or give sweet gift of moment-madness

that grants a brief surcease from sadness

A world, in flame — still you don't fan it

while spinning like a hidden planet

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