Spin Cycle -It's a Wash

My thoughts are laundered, all soaped up and soaking; cold and hot water rushed round and round in bubbles. Dirty and clean blend in the soup swirling in the mixed myriad of dreams; lost to its original form and use intent faded colors mixing in the froth. A word spoken, taken back again, slips and slides mesmerized by the true reality guides of wash and rinse, dry wrinkles unhinged as life adheres to the cyclic spin.