It's slippery down there
at the bottom
wet with grief
liquified walls
dripping with fright
looped echoes of times gone by
permeate through my mind
and go
coiling around the roots of thoughts
corrugated images
dissolve what's left from the self
it's slippery
feet wander around
the bottom gives in
it's too quiet
31.v.06
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