Vertigo (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is no more this,
Anything comes down;
Merely as a wish,
In a dark town.
I may thing for two,
Reasons going round;
It's up to me and you,
What will there be found.

Leave me now alone,
Stone for stone for stone;
I am inside the Vertigo,
Diffusions wherever I go,
Nothing is further down the row.

A day with sunshine in,
Playful clouds in sky;
Everything is in a spin,
Going down or high.
Call the girls to play and dance,
Raining through a destiny;
In our life it's all a change,
What you can not now see.

Feel the closeness of a twin,
Reaching for another try;
You will either lose or win,
Anything needs to detoxify.
Call the colors to a blanch,
The contrast moods abhorrently;
Straight ways to disarrange,
Nothing is forever to be.

Leave me now alone,
Stone for stone for stone;
I am inside the Vertigo,
Diffusions wherever I go,
Nothing is further down the row.

This and more is to the wheels,
Turing round or going strait;
Anything on to its heels,
Time will for no one wait.

Leave me now alone,
Stone for stone for stone;
I am inside the Vertigo,
Diffusions wherever I go,
Nothing is further down the row.
Stone for stone for stone,
All the feelings inside drifting atone;
We are almost though,
In whatever we got to do,
Stone for stone for stone.
Vertigo!