You are That
A wild silence runs off
the wheel
pulsating life
without thought.
The illusion unveiled
your wounds dissolve.
The round and round
exhaustive attending
to issues
like dangled carrots
falls off the shoulders
as the grip
of the wheel
loosens.
It's like a jump, a snap
of a magic ladyfinger
you wish
you could taste
until you realize
you are that.
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