three disparate echoes of futility

i.

a golden ring
an undulation
on the placid pane of glass
reflecting eternity
tip tap tip tap
fingernails clacking
in time
with the voracious
heartbeat echoing
in the dark matter swirl
at the center of
the universe

ii.

a fishbowl
sitting on a window ledge
overlooking
the endless ocean
a concussed
goldfish swimming
in confused concentric circles
witnessing forever
yet confined
to invisible torment
suffocating amid
stings of shit
and multicolored gravel

iii.

the first crimson leaf
flapping in
the chilled breeze
where autumn beckons
beneath summer’s intense
need for acknowledgement
soon to fall
to rot away in winter’s disdain
vermillion hopes
crushed into little more
than spring’s promise

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