Monday, November 9, 2015

whirling dervish

Show me
is all that I have
Just when I think the world
has stopped spinning 
A whirling dervish 
swirls through my space
The circles my thoughts create
twist my body 
and then my body 
turns right back around 
twisting my mind
Is my identity that fluid 
or does my center just keep shifting
following the kinetic energy 
of concentric motion
When the pace slows down
I am left 
trying to stand
and I sink to my knees
Holding my head in my hands
pleading for mercy
an easing of the vertigo 
asking for direction
I send out the only prayer 
I have ever known

show me

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