The Vortex
Like every good vortex
Should be, I'm spinning.
Lost in the spin,
I cannot see shape.
Only the blurry haze,
Of someone I knew,
Caring and special too.
Deep into the pit,
As if life were being
Drawn into, my eyes.
Shape-shifting she does it
Again, and I spin.
But up into the air,
Away from the ground.
No longer sight, only sound,
She is upon the wind,
That will never recind.
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