Spiralling spiralling down, down.
Searching for the point.
Profound.
Riding on a narrow blade
of psychedelic marmalade.

Visions of a distant play.
Secrets known by yesterday.
Lull my vain expectations
into hostile condemnation.

Spiralling spiralling down, down
Searching for the point.
Profound.
Ever tasting the conclusion,
filled with creamy disillusion.



Written by:
Mary Dougherty


Poetry and Prose
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