It was born before numbers
waiting among choppy waters
for its time, for its calling
for motion, ready to roll
doing its just duty faithfully
repeating an instinct perfectly
moving through doors of longitude
moving forward untiring
blown forward by malignant breeze
and vicious attitude
towards calling shores
closer, closer
climbing up its back
rolling forward into suicide
and its corpse is retracted
by subsequent riptide...
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