I stand apart from myself,
immersed in this false candlelight
Watching the water drop endlessly
into this so called white basin.
Knowledge, experience, truth
come from the above source,
slowly forming at the faucet's tip.
Each clear drop falls
to its place on the empty surface
until this sink of mine overflows
past the brim,
Taking me back to yesterday.
Sweet oblivion for one moment only
for as my visions fade into today
you pull the plug on the drain
that sucks away each drop
of life-giving rain
that has turned a soothing escape
into despised ghosts.
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