SHAPERS
The Swirl
The swirl begins where stillness breaks,
A hush disturbed, the silence shakes.
It dances wild through mind and air,
A storm of thought, a weightless flare.
Not chaos, yet not calm in kind,
It spins the soul, it stirs the mind.
A breath, a rush, then all is clear—
The swirl reveals what once was fear.
In every turn, a chance, a call—
To lose, to find, to rise, to fall.