Turning and churning
dispensing energy
in a very unique
chaotic manner,
it wobbles through existence.
Invisible lines
draw the spokes
for our cycle.
Cycling onward
we tumble through time.
What is direction
but a misplaced perception?
Do we really KNOW
what we know?
These questions
are destined
to remain unanswered
for eternity.

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