Creating a vortex

The act of spinning around as fast as I can creates a space in which there is only me. As soon as I start to spin, I become the centre of my own vortex. It is peaceful there.

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Spinning on a gentle decline, drifting, feeling gravitational pull.

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Spinning in biting cold sunset air, puddles flashing.

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Spinning in defiance of fascists on a Saturday afternoon, uncoiling the spring.

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Spinning fast enough, everything ceases to exist but the centre.

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Spinning into mindlessness in the damp darkness with arrow darts of questions.

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 Spinning in space, greeting the winter as the centre of my own landscape.

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