Observe the bubble in the quiet inlet of the waterway,
Wishing to be thrust into the turbulent stream.
She circles closer; concentric rings like a ladder to the unknown.
Soon the current sucks her into its midst and begins to laugh.
The caressing waves soon hush her troubled scream,
Her fears allayed as she is rocked in a floating cradle home.
Then rapidly the soothing song is shattered by a rippling snarl,
The mystery becomes her only memory,
And all is lost.
Her gentle globe is thrown over the precipice,
Engulfed, it disappears.
Her numb identity is jaded as it mingles with
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