Reduced, to a pool of hysteria
As sunlight glares
And wanes in its doubts

Not a second for breath
Remains in clockwork’s rage
Sent around and around
In a spiral

You must plunder it all
And race
For your jagged decline
As all worthwhile hunters have done

You must give your all
And thieve
And devour without pause
Till all love is lost
For the endless, riches of the world