the wheel turns
with the rise and fall
of every sun,
sometimes slow,
sometimes fast,
cupped
in yielding palms,
swirling flames
of water,
breath,
and brown earth,
form
a new shape
of endless love,
fired
in an ever-melting
core.
with the rise and fall
of every sun,
sometimes slow,
sometimes fast,
cupped
in yielding palms,
swirling flames
of water,
breath,
and brown earth,
form
a new shape
of endless love,
fired
in an ever-melting
core.
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