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Spinning your wheel,
oh, Moon,
I’ve been introduced
to many faces
and moods
I went through
the calendars
of visitors,
appeared and
disappeared
in centuries’
volcano
craters;
buried the talents
and gifts of
past incarnation -
they might come
in the present lifetime
if I keep the seat
at merry- go-round
Oh, Moon,
will your guise,
so
swollen,
turn in the oval
if I disappear…
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