I swirl.

I twirl away from the undiscovered universe.

It is real, but unknown,

except where we are

now.

Undiscovered in ourselves,

on the edge of blackness.

Like nobody.

Inflicting corrupted acts

upon ourselves.

Deeds of burden.

I twirl away,

surprised at the horror of ourselves.

The constant, inconvenient terror.

Why do we do it?

We will be gone soon.