spinning the wheel
until returning to the spot
his own house
and bed and emotion
coming with the territory
not soon enough
so much is lost
so much is yet to be gained
upon returning to the spot
thunder in the sky above
spinning the wheels
and mantras said
and heard
around and over again
in the mind quiet
too much to think on
at times overwhelmed
by the world
and the atrocities
only can pray harder
nothing concluded
automatic thoughts return
eight years from now
thunder still rolls above
more questions than answers…
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