Aren't we all the momentum of a tumbling Alice
Gollum's fingers ever stretching to his Precious
But never stretched enough
John Connor's eyes caught in the eyes of the T1000
Waiting and dreading and waiting for a still pool of molten iron
And the weight immovable of Chosen Ones?
So aren't we all Dante on a treadmill in the middle of the forest
Fit and buff and wondering why we're going nowhere
Britney yelling to be left unseen untouched
One hair at a time knowing it's growing back already
Lonesome George's caretakers
Outliving the last heartbeat of a species?
So aren't we all a teenage private under fire
Forever maelstromed in the trenches
The loop of Jackie Kennedy
Crawling for life on a limo trunk
Marie Antoinette's apology engraved
Giffed upon her blinking executioner?
And aren't we all so decidedly uncertain
So desperate for time
We're just another Voldemort
Clinging to yet another selfie?
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