I have a storm
Of infinite recursion
Hidden in my eye
The clockwise south-bound
And its tropical counter
For the purge at the center
And we are both so reciprocally
Low pressure by volition
Where control slips
Out of the spiral
The whip-wind hurricane
Just look into my eye
If you are the storm in my eye
I will be the eye of your storm
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