It is elegant as a suspension bridge. One day, a bridge will span the chasm between thought and action. Then we will know what to say to each other. Until then, anguish becomes us. The maelstrom is a funnel spinning in an enormous gulf.
Time slows way down in the center of the funnel.
And this is where we live. As time becomes solidified, we get restless. We fall in love with losers that remind us of someone else. Late at night, the freeway on ramp sweeps empty and magnificent to somewhere far away. We keep hanging around where we aren't wanted.