My spinning heart

Can not see straight

She spins and spins

Yet believes in fate

She swims and swims

Then stops to sink in blate...

My spinning head

She will pivot and ponder

Articulating, yet will not speak

Full of imagination and wonder

Over and under

Time has grown less fonder...

My demanding feet

They stride and dance

Delicately beholden grace

Full purpose and prance

Right then left

Alone in stance...

My sheepish hands

They do not grasp for much

Considering reach and retreat

Full of fiery touch

Grasping and holding

Nothing as such...


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