Swirling

Swirling. Scatteredness. Confusion. Destruction. 

Where do I find the ground? 

Body spinning, heart reeling, 

noise, noiSE, NOISE.

An echo from the deep, too soft to be traced, 

Internal chaos too loud to receive, 

to be found. to be heard. to be infused with life. to be. 

It is nothing I explore nor find, nothing I figure out.

It. finds. me. 

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