Shouldn’t have life been spelled treadmill?
And wouldn’t it stop the wheel?
My guess, NO; spinning’s the drill.
Time turns, mind churns, at will
Watching time’s chiming; a writer’s thrill
Writing on ticking builds the skill
Calm, pause pulses; make the kill…
In silent shrines on minting hill
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