Spiralling

~

I’m spiralling,

drifting slowly downwards

in ever-decreasing

circles,

descending into

vaults and visitations,

on the cusp of madness;

I would wait for you,

but I have already

come undone,

shedding fragments like

blossom from a tree,

yet in these lost moments

of emptiness,

I realise that

I am not nothing

but I am not something

either—

I guess we will

have to see.

©️ j.sexton

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