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.