The Floating Beetle

Shell armour-plated,
Misguided, misfated,
Impervious to all attack
Faceless and nameless,
Graceless and aimless
Impotent rigid and black.

Timeless and seasonless,
Rhymeless and reasonless,
Playing a meaningless game.
No end or beginning,
The insect keeps spinning
And any way's always the same.

Foeless and friendless,
Homeless and endless,
Yielding to nothing at all
Starlike suspended
Nature upended
Never to rise or to fall

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Lost in time and lost in space,
The dull black floating carapace,
Sightless limbs that clutch at naught
Nothing found and nothing sought
The insect form, mistimed, misplaced
Floats lonely in an empty waste

Like a dead unborn tomorrow
Hapless hope and cheerless sorrow
Some great drifting autumn leaf
Lost in unrepenting grief.