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Sep 2021
Wheel.
Spinning
wheel.
Gyrations
through.
Through
the ether
fly.
Creating
along
the way.
Churning
ethereal
mist.
Fabricating
realities.
Spinning
up
s­ubstance.
Walking
on solid
ground.
Infinite
wheels
spinning.
Infinite
realities
spun.
­Magical
wheels
spinning.
Whirling
through
magical
eternal mist.
What’s
the point?
Only the
gods
understand.
John Prophet
Written by
John Prophet
69
   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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