It’s impressive, how things go on.
Sometimes people try to hide it,
But things are always going on.
You can turn the nights electric,
Sequester prisoners in cells
With windowless, bare surfaces,
Lure each other into clockless
Casinos, care for the injured
Deep in honeycombed hospitals,
But you’ll never obliterate
Cyclicity grinding its rounds
While the little, linear details
Of accumulating changes
Go on go on go on go on.
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