Ludicra
Wooden Wheels
Years are wornThe breath of time is spinning fasterYet weaker in statureReeling on my fear is sewnBut not with threads of a new moralStaggering spokes of declineTo bring to halt or continue to fault?!An open chest (is) plunderedIn mind we numb and begin revolvingSpinning straw into old, to stow way and fester moldAdding layers, stripping yearsMy ride will end in tearsThere is no time to feel patientNo patience to feel time
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