Whirlpools

...of my imagination,
sometimes start off with ridiculous conversations
when
i sit and yap away about things that are all around.

And then,
suddenly,
these existentials,
rise up from where they are
and whip themselves
in rhythmic concentric circles
with a zoom-zoom noise
and a silent hum.

Whirlpools of my imagination
touch me and absolute nothingness
and
connect the dots in between...