I am in the grasp of the Divine Taz,
This has been transpiring relentlessly for many months.
Sometimes the whirlwind is more than I think I can bear.
So I hold on for all I am worth —
which seems to be quite a lot —
and gasp at the swirling, breath-giving scape
from above, below, within.
I have sometimes felt unsafe, but not one scratch.
Many helpers whirl with me.
What better passion than to reel
in the company and design of Holy Taz.