In spite of the horror, he can not turn away as the funnel forms over the drain.
He stays and watches every night.
Sliding the towel with his feet, he moves
to the sink where he stops and stills,
staring intently at the cup.
On the cup is a profile of a wolf who drinks
from a cup with the same profile.
And on and on; it never stops.
The euphoria rises as he sees forever,
calmly folding within himself,
certain that there can be no end.
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