Elephant in the room;
Gnawing on our ankles,
Pirouetting in disdain,
At the lazy dance we're performing.
One spin, two spin,
We all fall down,
Into nothingness,
Into tribality,
Into banality.
The elephant in the room,
With teeth as sharp as thorns,
Watching, waiting,
Seething.
Till it consumes within itself,
A black hole.
Prevailing emptiness,
Will fill the space
We left behind.
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