autumn twilight

… where the water meets the sea, between the worlds, within the void …

autumn twilight

… where the water meets the sea, between the worlds, within the void …

A little poem that reflects my unsettling taste

The water swirls in the basin
as it empties.

Liquid flowing through
pipes and tubes
towards a treatment plant

“I wash my hands of it”
But the cleansing water comes
back around

and it never stays washed away.
The dirt always gets under your nails
no matter what.

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