Whirlwind.
The whirlwind of you,
Center of me.
Spinning alas, neither can see.
I am the root but you're not the tree.
Just an illusion created by...
Separate ramblings,
Dire restraint.
Energy POWER,
now I feel faint.
Beautiful artistry?
I prefer quaint.
Maybe a sinner, Maybe a ...
Ravaged by hate, ruthless at peace.
Passive aggression, Maybe I'll ...
Debris of the whirlwind, look close you'll see.
But stare at the center, the center is me.

Copyright 2003 by Brian Taylor