Circles, cycles, spirals, spheres.
Design in pattern, form revered.

Spinning, turning, wheeling, whirling,
Twisting, pivoting, swivelling, swirling.
From minuscule atoms to systems of stars,
everything orbits, whatever they are.

Nothing, it seems, is ever at rest,
from the very first whimper to the very last breath.
Perpetual motion, father to son,
ad infinitum, till time is done.

The law of a force will spin us around.
To what is my life inexplicably bound?