You threw me a spin.
A screwed up sublimity chapel
In the middle of a storm
Crashing my senses
You drew it about
With a million tiny men
They heaved under the mass
Spilling. Wasting. Whatever.
Crept on me, to a typhoon
Splashing spirals outside sight
It pulls me in
It spins me back out again
Twisting cities getting lost
Tempermental images only faust
lose me on the rail
But there wasn't a rail to sail.
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