The
world
is spinning
round,
as
if
Dom’s
totem were
man’s
O.
As
Earth
spins, we’re in
a fog
of
no
clear
view, a dream
going
on.
We
dream
unendingly,
until…
O!
It
stops
turning. Then
we wake
up.
The
world
is spinning
round,
as
if
Dom’s
totem were
man’s
O.
As
Earth
spins, we’re in
a fog
of
no
clear
view, a dream
going
on.
We
dream
unendingly,
until…
O!
It
stops
turning. Then
we wake
up.