My Wheel is in the dark. I cannot see a spoke - Yet know it's dripping feet Go round and round. My foot is on the Tide - An unfrequented road Yet have all roads A "Clearing" at the end. Some have resigned the Loom - Some - in the busy tomb Find quaint employ. Some with new - stately feet Pass royal thro' the gate Flinging the problem back, at you and I.
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