Out of hand, not reach

The crackle of spirit
wails through the hollow,
empty, un-shallow, upward
spiralling cavern-pit
that goes on forever, but
neither ends at its beginning,
begins at its end, ends at
its end, nor begins at either
end- but swallows, in
gulps considerable-
Swallows, and swallows again-
ingesting; thrust- defenestered
Piece robbed at inception
of that spark- Mastication
and is unwhole, but wholly so
tumbles on and tumbles down,
unsure now:
where the beginning ended
and when the end begins
before the gap,
past the core:
maybe it lands
on sandy shore
so cloudy; Heavenly.