From here the world spins and stops.
I try to move, but centripetal force pins me down
plastering me against bars along the edge
keeping me from flying off this surface I've claimed for my own.
Trees swirl around me when I look up.
The movement slowly fades, but I still feel dizzy.
My head starts to spin, and then the speed picks up again,
reeling me once more against the bars that hold fast.
"More!" I yell into the blur of objects swirling in my sight.
Somewhere, there is a person there pushing on the bars
that I hold tight; making me laugh and throw my head back with joy
while I dizzily cry for more.
In the distance swings bend and metal bars sway and curl
as I watch from my position traveling round in circles.
The world slowly fades to a blur of paint thrown upon a canvas
with objects visible only once their disguise has been unveiled.
But, I refuse to avow the objects with their true form
declaring upon them the mess that dizziness has preformed
by making them a state of beauty in my eyes
which see hilarity in things others would want glasses for.
As the metal earth spins benieth me I relish in the surety
that although my world is in this moment chaos
when the objects around me stop spinning,
I will be able to see and predict what is before me.
However, for now, the world is unknown,
so sacrificing clear sight, I look out and explore.
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