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August 14, 2009
Wheel
 
Each new wheel turns
at the shouts of turdine colonels.
I hastily try to hold the wheel down,
But it inevitably spins.
immutable.
 
I have no control
except to follow it.
 
But I do not wish to.
Neither do others.
 
Why must the ruler of the universe
awaken and kick his crown
down the steps to poverty?
I do not wish such things.
 
I must cling like everyone else
to the wheel that turns with the sun
and rests with the moon,
hoping that one day
time will stop
and we can enjoy
the omnipotence
we share
in dreams.