Oh whirlwind without end,
Please spare me! Feel my failing feet beneath.
Endure the alluring. Cure me of suffering.
Never let a letter to a friend
Send a message that the end is a means.

Help!
Alas, it’s only evident after the pass.
Let the aftermath of hysteria en masse
Flow through the fountain of you..

What ever happened to his youth,
As her heart’s mind went with it?
Yet we all still live it.

To the ode of one and nine,
Of which you fell just short,

I could write a multiverse.