Everyday I die, everyday I'm born



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…