Life flows down the spiraling drain
and its the equinox now
no chorus of screams
but a gentle wafting
Life eternal buoyant
as always
though sinking like a stone
with giggles
every second stopping
without stopping
no more cockamamy metaphysics
just the nerves
orange peels
steeping in my cerebellum
and a memory of exotic spices
just another day
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