The Sun - Andrew Reza

Round and down, circles go around

I'm on my way, over the edge.

My head flips over, am I underground?

A backwards memory, the first forgotten pledge

Perpendicular again with the world, 

A strange new way of looking.

But the march wouldn't stop,  as I was hurled

Into the next phase of this trudge without footing.

Like a boulder to a wall, I began to rise 

My head behind me, my eyes look up

I saw the stars, the world, the skies.

I felt the first swig of a cup.

The waking moments, as I right myself

The blood left my head, and my nerves began to lax.

The land made clear, stretching and curving 

Here at the top, I catch my breath, recovering from that horrid tax.

Then as I tip, repeat the first pledge

The pledge to my life, and the infinite exaggeration

What was the memory? I will no longer allege

It was a circle, round and round with my repeated elaboration.

My head is going round and round, so I hope you were there with me.