merry go round
spin off into the night sky
without me.
I check the meters
on the labyrinth's
ticking walls.
Ferrets dancing on vibrant pipes
that penetrate aurora borealis
lead me to the rings
of a frozen world.
I am covered in embers
strange letters of loathing
transformed to a cage of hands.
The streets blend and blur
on the chugging of artificial earth.
I watch the wheel come back
as a cloud of sand.
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