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[paradoxal_me]

spinning, spinning
round and round
will the twirling ever stop?
all i've seen
for so long now streaks
of colour whirling distorted
shapes and contours
nothing straight, nothing clear
nothing is discernable
uneasy, unstable
utterly disorienting
thoughts shooting
questions biting
perpetually pounding my weakened
twisted framework
little pellets of uncertainty vaulting
me further off course

spinning, spinning
to the ground
surely now the twirl will halt ...