Fizzy fussy images
Lingering in my mind
A parade of distortions
Mountains of rubble to climb
Quite soon they’ll start screaming in me
Feeling so guilty while being so innocent
There’s a concept of purpose in a universe devoid
of purpose
A vast staggering motion moving, dying, living
Staggering distances
Tiny particles
Photons race through everything
And we are here
Playing with ourselves
Sardonically lamenting the images reflecting
back
Fulminating, masturbating
On a collision course with boredom
While the universe glitters and gleams
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