Round and round and round it spins
Crimson pinwheel, dancing winds
Harbinger of naught and null
Hydrocarbon sunflower shaped by spacetime
Hypnotic eye predicting the fall
Of a garden in Orion, thought hidden away
A pathway to tomorrow eroding by the day
Threads fraying beneath our feet
Invisible inevitable irrevocable doom
Lurking in an iris unseen
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