Swirl

The ground below drops,

the world outside releases

its walls and ceilings.

The colors' hues intensify,

and drown out the forms and figures

that hold together what’s real and true.

A swirl that unbinds, unbalances 

frees the constraints-

allowing for the longing to cease

and turn into pure pain.

Lost in color,

sinking fast-

moments of euphoria

that will soon pass,

not meant to last.

It’s what’s waiting,

 should you listen.

A pining for pain is

what beckons-
The longing for color will shed

with time,

changing by the end of this rhyme.

So hold fast,

ride it now.

It’s endurable, temporary, sound-

and much better than

a swirl-

turning the world

up-side-down.