Dizzy from all this spinning,
In what shape will I be tomorrow?
Submitting, turning, changing,
Transformed by every sorrow.

Fingers that press my flesh so hard
I sob and wail and moan,
Loving hands that love so much
They would never leave me alone.

He shows me what he’s done with me,
The after and the ‘fore,
Delighted, I cry out to him,
“Spin me even more!”

Dizzy from all this spinning,
Too hard, too tough, too real,
But changing towards the beautiful
On this patient potter’s wheel.