For a lingering moment the world
lacked a place to put its hat;
it lived scarified at the wood's
end, in a hut, alone, occasionally
entertained by a bat. It ran from
one tree to the next and fell and
rolled in a big wide meadow where
the sun had browned the grass. It
acted as though it had already died;
as though its legs were withered and
its brain looped over dreary branches.
A bird came down and offered assistance
but the world bucked up in crazy resistance;
and finally the moment passed. They all
pass down to the single dot that will
suck the futile universe down.
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