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Reeling

Dizzy
.
My heads spins
The opposite direction
Of my heart.

Winding both ways
With no evidence
Of release yet.

Building up

Anticipation,

I�ve become unsteady.
Whirls of change
Have cranked
And stretched
Strings of the familiar,

Breaking them and
Shaping them into
An unrecognised
Balance that I�m
Seeking to adjust to.

And there is an allure
To what is evolving,
Yet a caution

To only which I can
Hear the sound
Of collision.

The grinding of
Old, solid, callous
Emotion,
Eroding the fresh
Caress of tender
Advancement.

My body will
Fight for whichever
I nourish.

I hear the sound
Of heart strings
Pulled and plucked
In discord.

I will breathe until
There is harmony;

Until the muddled,
Puzzled transition
Is composed

Aligned within
My own rhythm

Accepting the flow
Of the corse
That is currently
Unknown, yet

Indubitably desired.