A Helpless Grain

A Helpless Grain

Miles ahead
In my acrid
Self-satisfaction
I indulge
Till I’m hollow and bruised

Leagues deep
And miles beyond
I’ll race past them all
To a thunderous collapse

Forevermore I’ll remain
The remarkable scene
The talk of the morrow
An admired demise

Unknowingly
The helpless grain
Circling inferno
On this precious
Uncaring mass

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