i was unable to sleep last night              
everything was too loud
clocks ticked                                                  
fans whirred                                    
these noises were
amplified
by the night      

though the noises were pounding
loud                                  
obnoxious          
they weren't loud enough                        
to quieten the thoughts in my head.


they spun              
dancers are beautiful by themselves          
but together
with no obvious rhythm      
and with so many
they crash                  
bump              
and disturb
the dancers surrounding them      

they spun uncontrollably fast
chaos playing their part too            
only stopping      a short      time to catch their breath

hours later they begin to tire          
become stif and jerky in their movements                    

a wind begins to blow    
softly and swiftly moving past the dancers                
with a sudden serge of power  
it speeds up                              
whips around                  

the dancers get carried along with it
turning and swirling faster and faster        
their rough grace returns  

the dancers spin away faster with the wind on their back
whirring like little spin tops                
in and around each other

in no time                
a wind storm has been created    
powerful and ruthless
destroying everything            
but those dancing
thoughts