Serpentine autophagic rotational agitator

Fidget spinning like a rodent on a wheel.

Pedal to the metal and going nowhere.

The perfect time to panic, a break in the seal 

Equality within actions, equilibrium in despair.

An indifferent baseline,

Basic lines of apathy.

An allegation of hard to define.

The accusations are a tragedy.

Perpetrators of the circumnambulant.

Cycles of/for perpetual guilt.

Cognition empty of all but dissonance.

The whole of the law, do as thou wilt.

And thou will eat shit in circles,

And everything else the same.

A rhyme close enough to purple.

By happenstance, all this has a name

By chance perhaps, with luck.

These oroboroughs, I'll forget.

A misremembered winged fuck

That flew away into the sunset...