Wednesday, November 28, 2012


I pick this topic at random
my mind circling without
movement forward or back.

Where is my hub, the magical
spokes, leading to new knowledge
or connections, a completion?

There have been so many
turnings. Chariots and drays,
fast cars, inept ships' wheels.

Horses in shafts, pacing. 
Aeroplanes uplifted and landing
on tyres carrying hundreds of tonnes.

The wheels of industry, their
sprocketed croakings, magical
connections. Mills and wind.

Imagine the planet where
revolution is unnecessary,
never considered useful.

Where movement is propelled
forward or back in pendulum style
a perpetual swinging, connecting.

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