Everyday I waltz
walking in ever decreasing circles
my blood, sweat, and tears
form fluid despair
doing anything but nothing,
confirming my existence.

Coyly prostrated before the sofa
I scream muffled anguish
deep in to the land
beyond the cushion
pressed to my face.

Then return to the mirror
to regard with disdain
the stranger's eyes flushed red
with broken vessels and veins.

I collapse.

Returning in bliss
to the tower in the ocean,
where atop it's structure
I lean over the world
trapped and precariously poised
to jump,
to feel the water and swell
rise around me.
I'll always find you there.

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