Maelstrom series I

I don’t feel the water anymore
As sweat drips
Down my back

It is relentless
It does not care
Who I am
And that is why
It pushes and pulls
My legs
My feet
Do I swim or dance?
Scream
With joy or anger
As I am
Shaped
Shifted
Crumbled, tumbled
Falling,
Down
Down

Down we go

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The maelstrom is a natural disaster. A whirlpool in the ocean, which pulls every object, human or creature of the sea, down to the bottom. It maintains its existence through constant movement; swirling and relentlessly moving water, spiraling down into the sea. Objects and creatures caught by its overwhelming power, shift in appearance; growing longer legs, or becoming estranged images to human perception, while shaping and shifting in form. Randomly, and out of human logic and context, placed next to each other, they descend more and more down into the water. Barely a fraction of what we are familiar with stays, thereby creating room for something new to develop.