Squiggly lines run through my mind. Vertigo cause me to fall into the confusion. I lose my balance as I grapple with the words floating all about me. I try to put the puzzle together but it will not fit. The dimensions confuse me and turn me upside down and sideways. I open my eyes and push the paper down. I pick up the quill and strike the page with ink. The confusion and squiggly lines find order and chaos becomes a story written in poetry.