Spiral

A spiral twirls and whirls and
shrinks into itself,
Into a string of form and meaning.
Into a shape.
The shape.
It is round. It stays, It moves,
It grows and
shrinks into itself,
Into a river that speaks,
with words all in the wrong order.
Letters in the wrong place.
But are they wrong?
Or are they right?
Or are they right for being real?
Are these words spiraling into themselves
And therefore a form with meaning?
Yes, because I have written these
words in the shape of a poem
They are a form with meaning.
If I had not constructed them so,
would they resemble a spiral-less string?
And what would that look like?