without mercy,
or blinking,
or tears shed,
the world goes on.
the pulse
of traffic,
the sirens, the smoke
of the factories,
the grind
of wheels.
without stopping,
it spins,
this earth, this home.
in time
others will stand
where you
stand,
sleep where you sleep,
without mercy,
life
moves on.
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