Witness me in the fleeting, golden noon-hour of my being. One of one. Basking in the sun, dancing on the earth, stirring the dirt with my heels.
I feel it beneath me: ancient civilisations, their structures embedded deep in the ground like teeth that cannot cut the gum. A massive presence. Fallen; silenced by time. I scuff the surface in my frenzied dance, trying to etch a mark before I too fall.
Witness my full cycle; my manic sunlight, my moonlight revelation. The sun bleeding the colour from my cheeks and hair as I spin. The wind stripping me of moisture.
I see you as well. Our eyes meet as we pass: extinction looking back at itself.