Squall (or)

Feared storm brewing - blew in today.

The party was crowded and extensive. (I think it goes on still).

For in this life called mine, you see me spinning.

Endless endurance, no motion sicknesses bags in sight.

So! I'm biting my lips. Convenient holes in place.

With knuckles now white, stiff, paralyzed. For I know another storm shall certainly follow.

And I, with hopes of courses, and the blowing back upon, recede in my new confusion.