I always had this idea
that if I got low enough
to hit a bottom,
a revelation of some sort
would give me the balls
to bounce back harder.
But it seems that on my way down
my balls become plump,
begin to hang
full of comfortable defeat.
Now as I look up,
my aspirations seem to
swirl madly
back down on me.
All my dreams draining
in a dirty sink
that I filled up with promises.
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