The Fracture Spiral

Round and round — no line remains.

Every breath — the same refrain.

There is no end. There is no end.

I watched the spine of time collapse,

Glass and gears in violent lapse.

Moments bleed like shattered rain,

Past and future twist in pain.

The serpent coils, devours its head,

Every dawn becomes the dead.

No horizon, no divide —

Just the spiral, open wide.

We are ghosts in mirrored streams,

Choking on recycled dreams.

Every orbit cracks the frame,

Every echo wears your name.

Fall into the fracture spiral,

Where beginnings turn suicidal.

Every circle burns the sky,

Every prayer forgets to die.

Fall into the fracture spiral,

Worship clocks with teeth and vitals.

Turn the wheel until it breaks —

Feed the spiral all it takes.

Empires loop in molten ash,

Flesh and metal clash and crash.

Kings with circuits, priests with guns,

Cities drowned in dying suns.

The hourglass spills galaxies,

Grinds the bones of centuries.

Chronophages sing the hymn —

The spiral feasts, the lights grow dim.

Faster! Faster! Tear the line!

Fracture reason, slaughter time!

No escape — the spiral feeds!

On every age, on every creed!

Fall into the fracture spiral,

Blood of epochs, pure and viral.

All your gods reduced to grime,

Every truth erased by time.

Fall into the fracture spiral,

Turn the clock into your rival.

No horizon, no straight line —

Only spiral. All of time.