So we could pirouette
On the point of a needle
Even slip through the eye
If we keep dancing close enough,
As the ground thrums
And pulses, convulses.
We have spinned focus
Colours blur to a single fixéd mark
And you become my own optical illusion;
Balanced, gyroscoped
Out on the edge of my field of vision;
Yet somehow right at the centre of my world.
Outside, after,
All sounds are dulled
As the air opens and shuts to let us through
The tunnel walls respond to our footsteps
With echoes, on reverb.
I take your hand, just in case
We tilt
Off the edge of the world.
TWISTED::COLON 
I like this, but find myself wondering how it would be if you changed the shape of it a bit, running some lines together, while leaving others staccato. Worth a try?
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At first I had ‘designed’ it so the whole poem looked like a spinning top on the page! Then I thought it looked kind of naff 🙂 Thank you for this, I’ll have a play and see…
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Any better? Or am I missing something more subtle that you meant? 😉
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