Hour 9: Patterns of the Universe
It’s spirals, right?
Not any sort of line that I can see.
Whirls and whorls and spirals and circles and ovals
Around and around we go
Where we end up–we often know
We like the well-trodden path through the cornfield
The comfort of returning again and again.
Unpleasant though it may be
There’s no place like home.