The Funnel

Long ago I entered slow,
Plenty time for me to grow,
Far above I started round,
Circling to down below.

At the top I had no bound,
Being far up from the ground,
Feeling now with my descent,
T ’was a faster speed I found.

Round and down I further went,
Something now it would prevent,
Downward sloping, thus remained,
Not a way for an ascent.

Down below, I felt constrained,
Tighter circles that I gained,
Being now, far from the top,
Almost near the spot it drained.

Out the hole that I did pop,
Followed by a quicker drop.
Then again as if to stun,
I came to a sudden stop.

What I found when I was done,
Others that had also spun,
Varied paths that we would go,
Before we funneled into one.

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