Finite
I spin into the light.
A top twirled by some impressive overlord.
I am one with the synchronicity he has for me,
But can I truly withstand the force of his hand?
My spindle chips a little,
And my gait changes as I continue to twirl.
My spindle tip breaks, and I wobble
Incomprehensibly until I fall,
Yet the others never cease their spinning…
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