Zebra Seeking Spoons

The ground forgets itself,

tilting into a whirlpool of air.

I am caught in the pull,

gravity slipping sideways,

my feet strangers

to the floor they stand on.

Inside my skull,

a constant ringing—

a shrill, invisible choir

that never takes a breath.

It drills through silence,

a reminder that peace

is out of reach.

Together they conspire:

the spinning world,

the endless shriek,

leaving me marooned

between motion and noise,

searching for stillness

that never comes.