A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Three Things That Are Beyond Understanding
The wheel turns once
A bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go
The wheel turns a second time
Water splashing across the mill, carrying particles of the disease
The wheel turns thrice and we are
Rolling toward certain doom
Spiraling into love, headlong
LIke an executioner at the stand
Watching the dull eyes of the people in the street
Possessed a an arcane knowledge that no one else can know
In keeping with his own twist on the gospel
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