There is this wheel that does not turn
Creating a silence that grasps the ends
It is a relapse focusing itself
Lifting horizons from old stones
A light that flickers without death
A hidden warning that goes deaf
There is this wheel that does not turn
Betrays an aiding kingdom for space
An exile constant for birth
Mistaken trials spinning the works
It is a relapse focusing itself
A Catholic sun hanging from the ceiling
Weak light unattainable to hold
The things that are gold
There is this wheel that does not turn
It falls broken, clumsy and melting
Impermanence never inside a cup
Metamorphosis holding it's stacks up
It is a relapse focusing itself
A load of water oppressing shapes
A road stopping at one single spot
There is this wheel that does not turn
It is a relapse focusing itself
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