Intermittently flowing stream

Spinning
a point in space
moving with my focus
is that my soul?
and angel?
my world?
or just me?
consuming the darkness
giving light in return
a word
down on paper
reaching out
trying to touch a life
or maybe just express itself
I am weak
but the stream still flows
at least intermittently
or maybe just so far down
muck and mud
slowing the clear waters
until life surges forth once more