All seems to spin
Now I lose, now I win
Now I’m sure, now I doubt
No way in, no way out
All seems to turn
Now I feel my insides churn
I feel no peace, I find no rest
Now my worst, now my best
All seems to drift
Now so close, now a rift
Now say yes, now say no
Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go
All seems to fade
Fleeting shadows, cloak of shade
Without within, this world of dreams
Life is never what it seems.
Wayne Visser © 1988
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String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems
This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.
