Swirling Poem by Brenos Spider

The loneliness of drifting accross in this world. Hes going
along, a long time ago. Shes over abating his worth to the world.

Swirling, avoiding, in a silo trumpling accross a chard tomb
loving his board room.

I know him to be wrong he's prancing about rounding out his
issues. Ouncing in the medlam. In the oceanic water of the deep.

Twirling, swirling, a maddened darkened cloud.

He's following him into the cave while leaves of brown swirl in
the wind. I fall down in vain searching for him. The clock timing
every day.