Free flowing
All falling
It is the rabbit hole
And it and I and we
All of my children
Scribbled in moments of ecstasy
We are tumbling in an inverted tornado
We live in the perpetual mealstrome
At the bottom of the bathtub
After the plug has been pulled
Racing towards uncertainty
There is no floor at the bottom
Until you hit it
So this is a time for inventory taking
For hard decision making
And the telling of untruths
This is the time to look with perfect vision
While becoming deaf to their derision
And the timing of things still undone
The time to ask what would I do
What would I be
And be willing to give up
In place of these jumbles of words in the air
In place of the unborn children of my mind
Trapped forever in the ether of my imaginings
A weighty conscience for me then forever
While hurtling onward towards that certain uncertainty
The ground will be there exactly when it means to be
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