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January 19, 2026

Vertigo

By Bruce Morton

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.







Article © Bruce Morton. All rights reserved.
Published on 2026-01-19
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