Rolling zig-zaggedly,
stumbling quite rigidly,
and random undoubtedly.
The amorphous shapes,
the spherical drapes,
the warped image
of one bored face.
It's hard to believe,
from the sky conceived,
and the glass received,
my ending bereaved
before a blase audience.
I wish for no one the same,
a fate which only gravity is to blame,
that is one wrapped in hapless shame.
And here, the end of my dance
across the glass expanse,
a short finale to a long romance.
I ready for my life to cease,
everything to end in unsweet release,
it is the time I make my peace.
Unlike my menial life,
the downward fall
of obscure strife.
My end is splendid.
I join others to be amended.
And the sky from
which I was expended,
I shall return to be descended.
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