Spiralling spinning furiously turning,
whirling so fasted in jagged and
juddering mannerisms jolted,
in discord and chaos dancing faster
and ever listing as wind against
a crumbling cliff
in view of the eye unshut, hollow,
enwrapped by countless limbs
as the order
that
once was is now degrading
into the broken and
hectic failure of
sleep
that just
can’t
stop
spinning.