I'll be getting pulled into the vortex.
The one my mind made ages ago.
If only it took nothing from me.
yet gave me something back.
A token of all time compounded.
Cut apart and punched like a movie ticket.
The power of the vortex swinging inside itself,
revolving accelerating.
The roots of me feeding off fury.
Tapping into limitless source,
surviving and transforming.
I am now swirling chaos.
I will humm whistle and scream.
The vortex spinning affirmatively.
Through the night sky.
Through the spirit.
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