Barrel Rolls
My world
spins around me,
though I sit
stagnant,
focused,
alert,
undeterred.
Commands,
unconsciously,
escape my lips
for any
willing to listen.
My comrades,
zip in and out
of sight;
I help
as best I can
while spiraling
here and there,
barely alive,
trying,
desperately,
to survive.
With a final push,
we break through,
rising to the skies,
with victory
ever audible
and exhilarating.
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