The flush

The current pulls at you... slightly at first,
then it gets stronger, you start drifting sideways...
concern builds, but there's no panic... not yet.
The current grows stronger, faster... downward!!
Swirling, roiling, something is definitely wrong.
Too late, you're in its grip...
down, down, into the darkness...
silence and the black envelope...
your only company, your thoughts,
and the pounding in your ears...

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after what seems an eternity,
air... breathe... sounds... light...
you're somewhere else...
a better place??
perhaps, but you're here now...
for better... for worse...
it's where you are.