Whirlpool
She is like a Swedish maelstrom, so deep
and dark and dangerous, always spinning
out smaller eddies into which I leap,
but always carefully, because knowing
that to move too close to this awesome pool,
to be dragged under to a blissful but
relentless depth, where self-knowledge may lull
you to destruction from the awful hurt
of knowing nature's force just doesn't care,
nor have time to care about the fishes
and sharks drawn into the whirlpools deep lair.
The whirl attracts a wanderers wishes
that somehow there must be awesome magic
to stop the spin and make the ride less tragic.
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