Wheel Poem by John Prophet
Wheel
Wheel.
Spinning
wheel.
Gyrations
through.
Through
the ether
fly.
Creating
along
the way.
Churning
ethereal
mist.
Fabricating
realities.
Spinning
up
substance.
Walking
on solid
ground.
Infinite
wheels
spinning.
Infinite
realities
spun.
Magical
wheels
spinning.
Whirling
through
magical
eternal mist.
What's
the point?
Only the
gods
understand.
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