There's No Topic To This One, Its Not Too Good Either Comments

I read through this on a whim and the poem is like a whim flying by on wings. The movement in your writing was entrancing. There are twisting skies, moving mountains, birds, hanging heads and mirrors that mimic everything. It reminds me of the way a poet might see the world, as they grasp for the words amidst the movement to bring forth a meaningful poem. I'm glad I clicked on this. Thanks for sharing.