envision
a centurfuge
as it spins
so do the whims
of humanity
lives slap against the walls
of existence
fearful faces forced into the void
bells ring
hands reach through the darkness
to steady
only to dissolve in the atmosphere
of reality
ride it as a carousel
grasp the brass ring
win the prize
another day
the sun races by
so as to start again
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