I am the origin
In this white tub life begins.
It swims in this silvery pool of thought
Where nothing ever happened to me; no one ever loved me
Regrets don’t matter here and there was no cut;
This water isn’t red.
Bonds do not break, they just dissolve
Into the amniotic fluid of my being.
I correspond with the tiles
White and placid, there is no need for pain.
Pain knows no place it slumps into the corner
A miss-match of fabric.
I am stripped of my powers
So my skull sinks below the surface,
And into the shallow it goes.
I open my lids and dreams fall out,
A hazy light shimmers through them. It casts no shadows.
My toes curl around the metal taps and I rise towards it.
I age quicker here.
I notice a new future, in prune lines etched along my hands.
The palm-reader is mistaken, there will be no loss ahead.
Only this moon, this white shining thing that I drift in.
There is no need for any other. I am kin to myself
And the rest of it can fall down down the plughole.
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