Drowned,
presumably.
Drowned in thoughts of my own making, as I
down my all, circling around the world, without ever getting
to the top of it;
instead, being sucked
right into it.
Right into it and down.
All the way down.
Right the way down and
all the way through its middle.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 3rd January, 2020
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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