Systematically Contrived Dust
The universe is immeasurable,
we are merely infinitesimal
machinery keeping pace,
as churning cogs tick wildly
transmitting within allotted time,
attempting heartbeats' cohesion
clocking our own honed destinations,
accumulating illusions 'tween masses
waiting to return as a speck of dust
in the never-ending saga of
inexhaustible collectives amidst
systematically creative contrivances
Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016
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