Vortex

David Lanier
Tripping, falling into the vortex,

this wild whirlpool of colors.

Spinning out of this world,

twirling into stranger times.

Out of control, now, falling faster.

The years roll around me,

like some psychedelic cyclone.

Down ever down, falling to zero.

The colors dim to grey and white,

dissipating my existence,

into a fine grey mist of smoke,

that is still spinning slow,

expanded into a turning

universe of star like molecules.

My Blog~Mystical Poetry, Prose, and Political Viewpoints

Published by David Lanier

Born and raised in Salt Lake City, Utah. Grew up working in the family business. Worked at the Grand Canyon in'93, and fell in love with the power of nature. Spent some time in the Army. Married for a few ye...  View profile

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  • Zona Zirconia9/16/2010

    wow, great pic and story.

  • Tracy Vanderford9/14/2010

    I like the photo you chose, matched nicely!

  • Shelly Barclay9/12/2010

    I remember that. . . :)

  • Donald Rothra9/10/2010

    Sounds like somebody who ODed. Great discriptive writing.

  • Kim Smith9/9/2010

    :)!!!!

  • HEIST9/9/2010

    Good analogy, i like it.

  • Faye Fairley9/9/2010

    hmmmm this is an interesting concept

  • Peter Flom9/9/2010

    Interesting one!

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