The column of brimming humanity
that belongs to You in one body
Flattened to 3D, splashed and collapsed, bucket-dumped
onto the surface of time
reaching from beginning to infinite future
billions of Euclidian rays.
A spinning painted spectrum glows white, purely
whirling to your heart’s beat
drawing life from Life
each turn a beat of Your heart’s flow.
Your holy fiery blood is what we lost
when we cut ourselves
Falteringly haltingly faded
grafted to you
brings back our lost Red
now spinning makes us