Trips you up, this word

Just a word, really
With an odd structure, not mine
A maelstrom, there

Presents gravity all lines
And whirlpools, and signs of deeds done.
I am sucked thin

Where angelfish fly
Giggling, incrementally
The rock path by firelight

hut, house, knife, shout, blush,
smoke, car, rout, rush, light, lush, lout
sound
it
out

In this coat that we found last winter
Wrapped around, I remember.