human wheels

this land today

shall draw its last breath

and take into its ancient depths

this frail reminder of its giant

dreaming self. while i

with human-hindered eyes

unequal to the sweeping curve of life

stand on this single print of time. human wheels spin round and round

while the clock keeps the pace. human wheels spin round and round

help the light to my face. that time

today

no triumph gains

at this short success of age. this pale reflection of its brave and

blundering deed. for i

descend from this vault

now dreams beyond my earthly fault

knowledge

sure

from the seed. human wheels spin round and round

while the clock keeps the pace. human wheels spin round and round

help the light to my face. this land

today

my tears shall taste

and take into its dark embrace. this love

who in my beating heart endures

assured

by every sun that burns

the dust to which this flesh shall return. it is the ancient

dreaming dust of god. human wheels spin round and round

while the clock keeps the pace. human wheels spin round and round

help the light to my face. human wheels spin round and round

while the clock keeps the pace. human wheels spin round and round

help the light to my face.