spout

That's life.
Forgiveness swirling around the drain.
The hole where all the hopes and dreams go.
The better lives.
The more sensible choices.
The paths out of hardship.
The work that should have been done.
All in a vortex gurgling slowly down the spout.
After you wash the dishes.
After you have a bath.
It’s the water level of your life.
Running out.
You spin and you spin and there’s less and less.
All going away through the center into blackness.
Until you follow it entirely.
A medium funneled back to an ocean.



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