She Swallowed a Spider To Swallow the Fly

I don't know if there's a way to describe spinning whilst still Reverse vertigo, maybe I'm still whilst spinning But what if pieces of me flew away Centrifugal forces dictate that happens I don't know what I'm left with after the spin Only that which is loose can disperse To be left with the deeply entrenched I'd be a spinning advocate if I could rid myself of that This is too much thinking time "All present and correct?" Imagine a true yes to that... Maybe tendrils or magnetic forces will return myself to me I'm just at the end of the tether, waiting for the ping Or if I inch about I'll find the magnetism back in range Trouble is I kept no inventory or blueprint If I don't just snap back into shape I'll be sat with components - I've been there before There's a whole skill set required here and I'm depending on chance Plus I don't want to be put back together the same Empty vessel feels like lonely room And I shut the door in case anything I might not have space for comes in There could be a cascade of stuff any moment if all my elements return But to have your back against the door in a lonely room is just gripping onto coping Minutes pass and I'm still here But not present and correct Centripetal confuses and alarms me Surely I'd be crushed... So maybe I'll forever be spread out I need to reel myself in Fish by fish? What?! Maybe... I should have got on the salmon analogy earlier but I'd have factored in a bear but you know that bear might thin things out a bit... But then there's a hunter and it all becomes the lady who swallowed a fly Then I'm back to how I feel in my lonely room ~ perhaps she'll die (she won't, she's just feeling sorry for herself) my heart hurts somewhat I don't know how to fix it but I'm still in here