Fulgurite
One minute.
Diminishing.
Omega 60,
of everything.
Actions to do?
I'll be vertical-Staight forward.
You choose
who yours is towards.
Speckled rocks
free falling south.
Small dots
into Egypt's mouth.
Brown and tanned
from hot sun.
A sandy waterfall
finitely runs.
Tasks to do
Moves to make.
Say goodbyes.
Last word to say
No time to let
wounds to mend.
Forgive and forget.
Time is no friend.
One Minute.
Diminishing.
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