Vertigo
So it begins,
With slow spins.
The head becomes light
The loss of balance slight,
Fuzzy, nothing quite right.
It will happen again,
But I do not know when.
Awaken to a room whirling,
Projected time wheeling,
No end no beginning.
Then it subsides
And equilibrium abides.
Head and world are still,
In synch, embracing, until
I imagine I am stable.
With slow spins.
The head becomes light
The loss of balance slight,
Fuzzy, nothing quite right.
It will happen again,
But I do not know when.
Awaken to a room whirling,
Projected time wheeling,
No end no beginning.
Then it subsides
And equilibrium abides.
Head and world are still,
In synch, embracing, until
I imagine I am stable.
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