Turn, turn, turn the sky,
Its bits and pieces silent fly
In curves precise, defined by pi
Somewhere in that carousel
A few Earth creatures in a shell
Look down on us from vacuum hell.
Out there is vacancy and fire
And don't care, no desire.
What matters is cold rock and pyre.
Pinwheel billions spin in sparks
Celebrate the endless darks
No men, no elephants, no larks.
Earth hearth here we shiver, huddle,
Shut down minds to make our muddle
Teeny frogs in micro puddle.
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