Caught in the turmoil, spinning around,
Reaching for calm, not to be found.
Don't know which way is up, or down.
All I know is that I'm losing ground.
Centrifugal force is squeezing my brain,
Blurring my vision of the great refrain.
Squeezing my synapses to be plain.
All my plans down the up drain.
Going nowhere fast in fluid milieu,
Sacrificing eyeballs for a view.
Sacrificing lifetimes for one like you,
Gone in the turmoil like a bolt from the blue.
And so I wait for the whole thing to end
While time and space conveniently bend.
Waiting and watching for the sign send,
As out of the vortex my mind will blend
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Copyright 2005 © Ronald W. Hull
4/16/05