When hope is lost –
Flushed, like paradise
Down a whirlpool
Of hyperbole
I embrace the coming
Riptide, let it drown me
In consequence
And swallow me whole.
“Back again,” I think,
As the undercurrent
Draws me down
Into my circuitous
Black dog abyss.
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