Currently

Currently

The current

Spinning me

Tossing me

Like endless 

Spiralling questions 

An anchor of stone

Means nothing to water

Like seaweed

Roots lifted up

With wave 

After wave

Again and again

Over under

Under over

Until I come to

The shore

Only to be 

whisked away

Again and again.

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