... well ...the diminishing cyclical nature of everything: from washing-up, to the creation and dissemination of sound; from Newton's balls, to the journey of an atom of water... actually, it started with a drop of water, and quickly expanded its horizons to the final running-down of the universe, when all energy is (is it? I'm no physicist) equally dispersed. It flowed through me so it’s mine, but it's flawed too, so I keep cutting, grafting and pruning: still needs a bit of work here and there; stutters a bit too, but so do I, so what would you expect; a work in progress, much like everything else around here.

Uni-verse

This

came from the washing-up -

wrote it down before the bubble burst.

It created its dripping self and ticked

in time with the unfolding universe,

then referenced my mundane task,

cycled forwards and in reverse;

wrestling with energy -

like Newton's balls:

equilibrium-cursed -

till gravity and the

cords that hang

us to the frame

of reality

showed

them

-selves

to

me