Here I sit.

Spinning to no end.

Each thread is color.

Each color is earth.


Grey giant

Consuming words like gnats

Into the wind passes vast concern

Scattered for all eternity

Into insignificance


Worms eat away

Inner machinations persist

The sky wheels overhead

Accounting for nothing

Something’s rotting

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