With emptiness my hasteful ways,
Across the many dwelling days.
Has torn my heart into the sky.
Pieces churning, wondering why.
When is another entering the wheel?
Laid upon the roots to circumvent and heal.
Bring back wasteful love, and felicity.
And churn, with desire, the flame of nocturnal fire and simplicity.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 16th, 2026 04:03
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Comments1
This seems a reference to the cosmic wheel. Well written
There is order in the universe. Lol
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