whirled around
a quick hard wind
confusing
corkscrew
The top layer
The shedding of oneself
The falling out of contents
That cannot be contained any longer
To hug oneself
To hold everything in
To navigate the vague highways of the soul
lost leagues beyond the central space
unidentified
flying toward nowhere
Home out of reach
Chest searches for heartbeat
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