Entropy

A beautiful silence
Fixing itself in
Pulling the legs
Toward the body
Making a fist
With a complete self
Fading into dry complexion
Not releasing
Rather compressing
Until once moving parts
Become ribbons in rock
Tighter still
Crumbling
Dusted
Taken away
In neatly swept piles
Padding a crack
Or maybe exiting the scene
Stuck to the bottom of a rubber sole
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1.14.10