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I am in a spiral.
Nothing solid.
A gurgling coil
Being sucked
Into the ground.
No rungs to hold
And have a thought,
No platform
To plead my case.
I am in the eye
Of a horror.

by douglas lewis

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A wonderful poem in my opinion. I love the victorian time and have written many essays on it. I think you have great potential as a poet and I wish you the best of luck.