The Spiral

I am travelling.
I am travelling.
Circling the sides of a furious funnel,
Ever downward, with underlying thrum.
A cyclone in reverse,
but slowly, slowly.
As in the fixed grooves
of a rotating record.
I grow faint from the force centrifugal.
Vision is grayness.
I hear the cacophony
of a hired choir,
singing sweet sighs
and promising rest.
But, why do they fade
after so much I’ve paid?
And what is to come
from this sonorous thrum?

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  1. phantomzedi's avatar phantomzedi says:
    June 3, 2018 at 4:37 am

    Ah.. such a beautiful read, truly mesmerising.
    Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Lee Dunn's avatar Lee Dunn says:
      June 3, 2018 at 4:38 am

      Thanks for your kind words.

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  2. my valiant soul's avatar my valiant soul says:
    June 3, 2018 at 4:37 am

    Poignant!

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  3. INNER CHAOS's avatar INNER CHAOS says:
    January 12, 2018 at 12:51 pm

    loved it😀

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    1. Lee Dunn's avatar Lee Dunn says:
      January 12, 2018 at 6:39 pm

      Thank you!

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