The Wheel

When wild silence
pulsates beyond thought &
illusion drips off the wheel

When wounds dissolve
like a teaspoon of salt
in a hurricane &
illusion melts off the wheel

When deception rolls off the shoulders
loosening exhaustive, perpetual attention
on troubles like dangled carrots &
illusion gushes from the wheel

When delusion is glimpsed
insanity vanishes &
you realize –
no, no , no
I am not all this –

I am That

Such relief, if only for a moment
before the wheel catches you
in the teeth of its track
and quickly, quietly
hushes you back to sleep
while re-knitting illusion
through the spokes of the wheel