The Carousel

When first I spot it, all seems stillBut in my heart--a sudden thrillThe cables sing with a raspy soundAnd into place I am now boundNow being lifted, faster, fasterNo longer of my fate a masterMy mouth gaped open--but not a screamThe ground's dropping, beam under beamA beat, then silence, then a beatI'm nearly flying off my seatThe beating quickens in my heartMy limbs are stretching part from partRound and round the carouselRise to heaven, sink to hell--
As I installed the latest feature here, on my blog--a Carousel Widget with books swirling in the air--this poem demanded to be written...