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And the mind is perplexing.
It goes in circles;
never up or down.
Spinning in circles
in a blur of greyish-brown.
And the heart is impossible.
Full or empty
it keeps beating.
No care of emotion,
the limbs it keeps heating.
And the eyes are infinite.
The things they've seen
sent to be remembered.
Hold them for a second
or extinguish like an ember.
And the body is fading.
The hands are worn,
the work of the day lingers.
Worn rough or still smooth;
an entire life in five fingers.
It goes in circles;
never up or down.
Spinning in circles
in a blur of greyish-brown.
And the heart is impossible.
Full or empty
it keeps beating.
No care of emotion,
the limbs it keeps heating.
And the eyes are infinite.
The things they've seen
sent to be remembered.
Hold them for a second
or extinguish like an ember.
And the body is fading.
The hands are worn,
the work of the day lingers.
Worn rough or still smooth;
an entire life in five fingers.