Embracing change

I need to pen
words that might ken
the feelings that possess me
when first i cross a threshing

excited or calm
heaven or bedlam
sweet or poison
this meat i must season

fast short steps
closer and closer
quick brief motions
nearer and nearer
soon the equilibrium
much sought after
now found hereafter

but only for a breath
which is soon taken
two fortnights no more
till i find my person
again at the threshing.

Spinning

I've been ignoring it
The urge to spin
Not threads or in dancing
But words that have burned me
Burned me to punish my silence
burned me for being half said,
half said but fully hurt.

Does Alice ever really leave wonderland?
Will Humpty ever get put together?
Did Jill roll down because she fell,
or had she walked with Jack too long?
Did she long for his company so much,
she chose to fall downhill also?

Do walls have ears?
If so, can they also speak?
Speak at inopportune moments,
treacherous and unforgiving,
having trusted them also with your secrets.

Will London bridge fall down?
despite numerous efforts at Faux engineering.
London bridge is falling down,
my fair lady.
A lasting solution this time is sought,
so burn the bridge,
and build another...

But will the new match the glory of London bridge,
or Outclass it in Gore?