i am the whirlwind within a storm.
violently going here and there,
to and fro,
i have no place.
comfort and rest i cannot find.
in this sea of chaos and misconception,
i have no form,
i gain no solidity--
only an insufferable longing
for symmetry amidst disorder.
i change direction often,
and if you get too close i ****
you up and spit you out,
leaving you empty and breathless.