Maelstrom of me

 In the middle of me a vortex hides.
one you can't see, veiled and wild
Only coming out in flickers through the eyes
What magnet is this that on the tornado rides

Rolling, jarring and rocking around the heart
I split apart searching the seen and unseen
Then reintegrate looking back inside
Every aspect of me together again

Something whirls and grinds inside me
words and whispers spin and spin
These messages come flooding out
Into the daylight of the page

Served like a meal
tasted and digested
thus fed back into the vortex
Of the unquenchable twisting