spiralling out of control
an abrupt halt in mid spin
a reassurance and a stutter
then back into full tilt spinning again
dizziness unending
joyful and painful all the same
brief interludes of ecstasy
punctuated by episodes insane
each is the other
my other is she
magik kindred, hearts belonging
twined together become we
About Me
- psychobillygirl
- Disregard the great ethical truths, it's the collective life of the herd for you. Closed society, no open door policy,collectivist, secretive ideology. Utilitarian. Sublimation of individual identities, suppression of dissidents, communal living, country club victory for him and her and she and he. -Bruce Hornsby
3 comments:
Wow, what a cool spinning dancing whirligig poem. And a very lovely magical ending too.
thank you sir!
No wonder you are sick at your stomach...;)
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