“Round and round we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin.”
“In heaven I will find you.Among the pigeons and scraped bodies. The sky’s spinning round andround. Vultured color. Darkness throbbing. Like a child spun roundand round. It does not stop.”
“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders round as ravens claws.”
“TIMETimegoes round and roundthe spinning clock,until the fateful daytimefolds it's tired handsand stops.”
“THE GHOULS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND, ROUND AND ROUND, ROUND AND ROUND. THE GHOULS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND, ALL OVER TOWN!”
“You cannot imagine the craving for rest that I feel—a hunger and thirst. For six long days, since my work was done, my mind has been a whirlpool, swift, unprogressive and incessant, a torrent of thoughts leading nowhere, spinning round swift and steady”