The Funnel I am skirting the funnel Falling into the tunnel Soon I may hit the bottom of the bottle Safe Closed No one can find me. That is the bottom of the bottle. But no. I cannot go down. I must climb out. I mustn't go deeper. The top is open. I feel exposed They will all see me Weak Unsteady Second guessing my second guesses They cannot know But the edges are smooth. I cannot find my grip. Someone throw me a rope. Help me come out of this place. But I cannot ask. The thought slips me deeper. They won't understand. Or will they? No. I must do this. I have done it before. It'll wipe me out But I must get out.
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