Wheels

Wheels revolve

Terrain unfolding

Slowly to reveal

Darker colours

Swirls which are changes

Somehow too familiar

Eliciting these Prayers

That are cries

Watching the Old bulldozer

Burying us slowly

Beneath the novelty

Crushing asunder

The Weighty

Wheels of manufacturing

Cycles

Tricycles

Wheel of Samsara

Strapped to the pedals

So stubborn illusion

Which deigns to reign

Dispensing dreams

Bearing prices

Paid in chains

Wheels aturning

Rolling towards

As lurching forward

In gains of inches

The Pendulum swings

back and forth

Ominous

back and forth

Michael Hislop

26.11.25