Spirals In Black and White

spirals like an escalator going down, serpentine, round and round with cephalopod limbs. nothing bright, black and white, round and round, like a child’s endless encircling of a department store pole, as parents scold to stop. feeling queasy at this height and depth, bottomless pit, spinning like a perpetual top. two-third triangles, never complete, as my feet drop and drop under me, and i hear awful screaming, in my ear. i want to get off this endless roller coaster ride, but i roll like a marble down its endless track, or i fall off and begin again, from the top, free falling in love in hate in and out of work in life in death in fast motion every serpentine limb leads to the end, that utterly, doesn’t exist. 1/30/2018