The wind blows and a tree becomes fire wood,
my eyes close and the dusk becomes bed time.
Clouds gather and the bright autumn is buried,
I drive by and a field flattens into Home Depot,
I am trapped somewhere in the wheel's hub
watching everything around me turning,
seeming to be the only thing that can't move.
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