The thought swirled in sand
a tornado among calm desert
Claws pressing the temples
a dull ache through process
The ends that will never meet
like the golden thread of destiny
The fates holding their knives
screeching in undeterred agony
The circles of glorified eternity
and the endless stretch of wealth
Gears always turning soundlessly
in the presence of cruel time
Awaiting the decay of life
the destruction of wholesomeness
To welcome the absolute certainty
of a broken chain of repetition
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 3:12 PM UTC
The thought swirled in sand
a tornado among calm desert
Claws pressing the temples
a dull ache through process
The ends that will never meet
like the golden thread of destiny
The fates holding their knives
screeching in undeterred agony
The circles of glorified eternity
and the endless stretch of wealth
Gears always turning soundlessly
in the presence of cruel time
Awaiting the decay of life
the destruction of wholesomeness
To welcome the absolute certainty
of a broken chain of repetition
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