Cyclical spins push forth pull back
Topple the head and disorient drum and stapes
Forward pushing stubborn momentum
Spokes somersault into revolution never slowing to gather themselves
Inertial forces command the unwilling motion of the reluctant
"Stop"
Allow my bearings to find me
But wheels of motion only gain speed
Ever quicker, the centrifuge threatens to separate my blood parts
No control.
The spin controls me but can't control itself
Velocity reaches out and overtakes gravity
Portions cannont be held
Freedom finds them and they detach to begin linear flight
Structure crumbles; comes to rest in motionless fragments
Ruins of uncontrollable physics.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Spin
Posted by Alan at 9:09 PM
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