The fan spins
So fast
Shaking
Its center piece
Whirring
Whispering
To me in bed

Its blades
Blur
Into a circle
That looks
Like it’s painted
With one
Very light
Circular
Brush stroke

If you spin
Your eyes
Around
With it
You can catch
A glimpse
Of a single blade

Static
For a moment
In the blur
A blade flashes
To cry
To beg
For escape
From the race
That goes too fast
In circles
Never ending
Going nowhere

May 29, 2021 at 09:09AM