Too quickly does this world around me spin:
No longer can I keep myself upright.
The cyclone’s vortex rises from within
And makes of solid ground a dizzying height.
I cannot find a place to rest my head
For even with eyes closed I lose my breath.
This constant motion builds a rising dread
That makes me wish for sleep’s façade of death.
But I alone must choose to disembark
From hurt and envy’s quick carnival ride;
And I alone can bring light to this dark,
And let my inner truth be calmness’ guide.
Though twisted turns are in this widening gyre[1]
I do to stillness’ gentle peace aspire.
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