Origin

It spirals down, and around, and down, and around
And I watch it flow for about an hour
Down, around it goes, drip, drip, drip
It's a lovely sound I think, to hear
Your own life dripping away.

The water's warm here, as warm as blood
And I feel I can relax. Down, around, I am entombed
In water. Enwombed in silence.
Drip, drip, drip. The sound of yesterday
Spilling from me, the sound of tomorrow
Leaving.

It spirals down, and around, and down, and around
All day. Until it slows, I'll keep on
Sitting here, just watching it
As it clouds the water. Taking me
From here to another place, from here
To an opportunity of something else.