I saw a spining and turning
in-on-itself centipede.
Thought I a worm at first but
the circle darker and
armored purple on top.
Why the black-hole spin
in the middle of the
brown trail.?
A handfull of knats,
the kind that dive
into your eyes,
surround like a gang and
attacked solo.
Never of that imagined knats.
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