The spin.

There is an old being, idling astray.
In yesterday, tomorrow and far away.
Behind the symphony and amongst it,
here and there, whichever seems, fit.
it stumbles around time and space,
teasing the gods and the human race.

Well, thats the inherent nature of the spin,
inside and outside, without and within.
To ensure, that at least something is afoot!
To ensure lies exist, to challenge the truth.
To ensure that Icarus could fly through the skies,
but also ensure that he may soon fall to his demise.

Some victims soon, noticed the static,
hidden behind the breeze,
they recognized it, as the erratic,
and decided to bring her to her knees.
the hunt was aimed at cornering the spin,
and reinforcing order, so frail,
but cornering her, they didn't understand her grin,
till they found order behind the veil.