Into the looking glass
water tumbles.
How deep the pool?
A hungry lap never says no
water tumbles.
How deep the pool?
A hungry lap never says no
to
the
fall
or what may manifest
from
the
fall
like a whirlpool,
or a trapped pod
too delicious to release
spinning round and round
until all that’s left
is right for the feast
that falls from the sky
again and again
singing a raucous melody,
seducing the onlooker
until they cease to care,
how deep is the pool
that holds them
and the trapped pod
from
the
fall
like a whirlpool,
or a trapped pod
too delicious to release
spinning round and round
until all that’s left
is right for the feast
that falls from the sky
again and again
singing a raucous melody,
seducing the onlooker
until they cease to care,
how deep is the pool
that holds them
and the trapped pod
enraptured
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