and it all dwindles
Grazing the blades with ivory teeth but barely scraping Earth
dawns a green vortex in the closest plane above
slowly chewing, slowly disintegrating
warps over itself and collapses itself and expands itself
mundanity glazes the jaded eyes to a point of exhaustion
complacent with the ever-still repeating pattern
self-same chain of events
comfortable with the hearse given
white skin black spots
can't differentiate the wind-cry from the tide
the failure of an engine mocks the baby's cry
shards stuck in between low-waisted teeth, nostrils flare
sounds ****** into mutating isolation
lightwaves becoming visible with the waves of light
no flinch, no wince, no care
ground fractures and breaks down into smaller and smaller pieces of dust
until the smaller pieces of dust turn so small
their trace is still there
another self-sustaining loop parallels the vortex and another one conjoins the two
seemingly being behind the first one and coming in the rear-end of the second one
no sound, no movement, no care
pieces of sky drop into each one and the time to think dwindles
into meaningless expressions that trail into nothing more than an idea to transfer the idea to a reachable adequate physicality