Posted on May 28, 2011 at 8:13pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
Everyday I die, everyday I'm bornContinue
From scrubbing a swimming pool, I fall asleep wearily
I feel fresh water flowing into the swimming pool
that makes me awake and floating on my back
Now I can see anything but the Sun
Bristles of a drifting scrub brush that prickle
Pulling out the plug that drains the water for bygone day
Now I start scrubbing with a remaining puddle
Surrounded with a white wall
I find myself to be the swimming pool itself
And…
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