My Ninetieth Year.

• Author: Viereck, Peter
• Position: Poem

Slower, great wheel of our circus Of Barnum-and-Moriturus, Sink lower slower. Green is calling, "Stay, stay"; Gray calling, "Sink away." At wheel's deep dip, in order to allay What can't be stopped, this gray, Make one plus one equal three. Make you and me be we. Idea-drugs don't help very much. It's the thingness of bodily touch That changes "apart" to a part, Each more than only an each. Green now is near and out of reach. My touched, my toucher, come to me. My Ferris wheel's now changed, as I look closer, Into...