The spiral equivalence


A spiral, winding about a sea of mundane proceedings, encloses the waters with each turn.
A day comes, and it comes eventually, when the hole is plugged.
A slew of possibilities arise, albeit in a new dimension, whilst the spiral is reduced to a singularity, thus lost in its own existence.
The fear wanes, the blood thickens and an orgasmic flush fills the face.
You re-heat the soup, sip away and are thankful that you’re past that phase.

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