Quick, I'm Lost

Don't stop me when I run

Because I only go backwards from the start.

A thick hum of life throbs through us

But we don't see it, because we would burn. 

A rippling thought echoes and thrives

Leading me down and back up.

Don't look in my eyes

Because you'll see that I don't live

But merely exist. 

The End

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