A Capacity for Learning

The swell of emotions revolves around the parabolic tip of a hypodermic needle
And like its planet of origin
Revolves two-fold
Around a center of gold.

But watch! For once in its rotation it reaches a points that lies between fine-tuned vertices
And the plunging swells sweep up from underneath
And beneath this, lies, without feeling
Everything you feared thinking.

Are we that powerless? Can we not change the mundane orbit of our intersecting existences?
Logic reminds us no
But watch! For once in its rotation it reaches a point that lies between fine-tuned vertices,
The miracle within, becoming without beginning,
And quite becoming,
Returns to where it started.