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.
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