spinning

thoughts in my head

constantly spinning a web

these threads feel as though they need

to loosen

sick of feelings of dread that come with

the thought you do not see me

know me

love me

I am not even important to you

who cares

all thoughts

who knows what is true

the rising heat

burns my feet

As I watch the world spin too

everyone scared to stand still

looking for relief

as axes of worlds shift

madness seems close

angels argue with ghosts

emptiness becomes

a place of uncertainty

but also repose

and as the mind spins

the world turns upon its axis

does anyone really know the truth of

things

we only suppose

for life is endlessly flowing

never still

always rearranging itself

to a greater will

and as part of this creation

we too

must

spin

around the center of all of these ideas

as our becoming traces a path

around a circumference

that endlessly shifts

unwinding the convoluted soul threads

weaving our being

in tune to the dance

letting go of the trances

that limit us