Puzzled , we sought centre ; there
we found our single haven , our refuge
from centrifugal tendencies , from where
we could impose our pattern , could engage
to counter-balance torque with counter-torque.

Thrust along each radius , break the rim,
hold the hub and still divide and rule,
set group on group , turn whim on single whim
till the dynamic dies , the surge is still,
so that it must destroy its very source.

Such is the pattern from the start of time;
after the chaos comes our stern control.
We split it , held it , forced it into rhyme
Yet it , ( was it of body , mind or soul ? )
could run before we tried to make it walk.