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You leave me no choice but to leave the faucet on,
see what will come crawling, when all the water runs
out to embrace the sea.
There is a spluttering sound,
like porridge, like a sick child. There is no need for me
to check the source for answers. Everyone knows
from the primal smell.
Far out of sight, someone is driving a car,
singing happy tunes too hard, all rear mirrors cracked,
trying to think of anything but everything.
There is no passenger, of course. Everyone knows
from the lack of sense.
The water still runs.
It turns out that the sea becomes the sky
and the crawling goes in circles.
see what will come crawling, when all the water runs
out to embrace the sea.
There is a spluttering sound,
like porridge, like a sick child. There is no need for me
to check the source for answers. Everyone knows
from the primal smell.
Far out of sight, someone is driving a car,
singing happy tunes too hard, all rear mirrors cracked,
trying to think of anything but everything.
There is no passenger, of course. Everyone knows
from the lack of sense.
The water still runs.
It turns out that the sea becomes the sky
and the crawling goes in circles.
...
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactWow. Honestly, the way you conveyed these images was so personal and so compelling that it was just...beautiful. Gorgeous. Lovely. I never thought I would say this about a poem containing the words 'happy tunes'. The wry wit and bitterness in here is extraordinary. Your line breaks are completely perfect. They add so much to the diction, tone, and meaning of the piece. Brilliant way to create a mood, by the way. I love the primal smell, how so much is accomplished in so little...I just really do admire everything about this piece. But the title throws me off a little - there's something in it that seems disconnected.