The Vortex

She drew me in,
She sucked out
my fullness,
my emptiness,
my voice,
my thoughts,
my dreams,
my loss;
now squeezed,
folding
into myself,
I drop
through
a pulsing vortex,
with no light
at the end,
a glowing orb
falling
falling
into
the encircling
arms
of Life,
where to become
everything
and nothing
is to meet her
exactly
where I am.
Now.

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