born into exile
drinking this bottle of water i bought
because i can't draw my own
i haven't got a well,
or a stream, or a white picket fence
but i started at what i thought
was the bottom
that there's a button there
and if you push it
the bottom always drops down
always it goes deeper still
no rocks to land on
just a gaping black hole
i stood
looking up from the depths
of a wayward descending spiral
reflecting on all the buttons i pushed
in awe to discover
next to each and every one
was a ladder i missed
and from every rung
just over my head
was a Hand reaching down
trying to help me climb out
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