Perpetual Cycle
The day catapults boulders into
the sky. Each gargantuan rock
makes a tiny hole in the
clouds like a caterpillar's
mangled tree leaf.
The sun will blind us eternally
and we will belong to the universe,
no longer the universe belonging to us.
The world will begin again,
the perpetual cycle of
our faults surfacing and
exposing our inability to progress.
Copyright © R C | Year Posted 2007
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