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Since I am sick of Wheels
          That jar my day,
Unto the hush that heals
          I steal away.
Unto the core of Peace
          Nature reveals,
I go to win release
          From Wheels.

Let me beneath the moon
          Take desert trail;
Or on some lost lagoon
          Serenely sail;
Win to some peak the grey
          Storm cloud conceals . . .
Life, let me get away
          From Wheels!

Why was I born so late?
          A skin-clad man
I should have shared the fate
          Of mountain clan;
My quiet flock beside,
          When silence steals,
Unshocked in eventide
          By Wheels.

The Wheel is King today,
          And speed's a god;
Yet when I see the way
          My feet have trod,
Like pilgrims who to shrine
          Of Beauty kneels,
I pray: O Peace divine
          Damn Wheels!

Added: 29 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 12 Feb 2012 10:11 AM | Viewed: 2950 times

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