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In a ferris-mind and all a circle
rotating empty cars or full
each passenger, reaching their limit
stands for a second, continuing towards sky
but then, through fear of falling
returns down again.

These are our ideas
with each wheel’s size
dependent on our selves
yet always circular, limited by form
so dwarfed by the endless distance
above us and rising.

 

 

 

 

 

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