Last night I had a funnel dream
I saw the cosmos drain away
A sluice gate where we washed around
Turning madly down the sway
Spun swirling speed at dizzy beat
We careened and twisted out
No way that we might stem the slide
Hold back or block the funnel spout
The pressure increased overhead
We’d sunk down swirly deep
To bubble slop and double drop
In hope lucidity might creep
There came a point of destination
Around a still life tranquil lake
Where the funnel offered little else
Than to leave one wide awake
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