So Soothing
Hot water deeper than the length of my hand.
Three false candles illuminate the darkness.
Like a dealer with cards Pandora shuffles.
Vessel slowly lowered into the depths.
Within the Epson Sea all thoughts dissolve.
The rubber stop fails as it gradually drains.
I soak till its purpose has been fulfilled.
From the basin I emerge calm and relaxed.
My train cleared of troublesome passengers.
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