Continents tipping over themselves into devastating beauty.
Teetering an tottering untill a big plate finally snaps
And sends us into catastrophic tumbles.
Head over heels,
Knees knocking head,
Fingers frantically grasping for what is absolutely nothing.
The nape of the neck tingles
As eyes are left to go wild in their inhospitable sockets.
Left to the streets, they sit on the sidewalk with a change cup by their side.
The empty space left behind was never filled by anything else quite so special
And the world kept on tripping over itself 'till the end of eternity.
Spontaneous combustion ensues.
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