the wheel turns
and gains no ground.
the wheel turns eternally
and in this endless moment
gains no ground.
the wheel turns,
wearing itself away
in the void and vacuum.
where is this place
if not where i find my love
without you?

the world turns;
how many more rotations
until i turn
—as the apex torsion
of all movement in the universe—
to see you?
there the world will be still
and true.