Listless & breathing.
She swept me away with my lungs still pumping,
with a breath still seething!

'Empty you are child!',
Leaving the room then, to keep me thinking.
No anchor necessary for she will do all my sinking.

Fingers like flakes of snow
Falling, Swirling, my only foe this she was!
Covering my mess ( that was worth the fall)..
Blankets of white pages & pages (for to hell with it all).