'til we all fall down
in a panic of frolic
and endlessly spinning
captured in trails
like dogs in a frenzy
defending themselves
from personal attack
bead~covered glass
shields the elements
from all that's inside
as a drop breaks away
in inertia's grasp
slowly sinking at 45
degrees of freedom
not long thereafter
another bead breaks
falling more quickly
at a much lesser angle
trying to follow
but landing alone
caught in unyielding distance
of altered perceptions
and geometric dissonance
over time's senile space
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