Axis Mundi

Legion in self, legion as face,
Black be white, and white be black,
Twist slightly and the circle be broken,
So many axis mundi dancing around,
Each one, each legion, each alone,
...Each with grace, they feel not. One

Sailing a sea, that is dry land,
They don't know it,
Over and over spin once again,
Poignant the dance,

It is to laugh, it is
To cry, because

None is alone, we're all here,
On dry-land together, hold hands
We have faith, believe in us

Because then, we can work miracles.