Fleeting

song
without chorus,
In pursuit of climactic verse;
Unending clues in amazing race
We’re running after comets with relentless pace.
We are straining at gnats and swallowing camels
Sieving gold from hemic funnel
Not sweating yet not wilting
We’re car logos
Tins.

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