terrestrial beings talking around
penetrates innocence within the steel
beaming a radiant, invisible sound
seeming to sway into the clouds
staring up, the sky surrounds
the pinnacle of our perfect zeal
to perpetuate simple souls aloud
we rise and fall and then rebound
aspiring somewhat above the mound
from the toil, sweat and dirt we seal
willed divination, damn the downed
pressing forward to sign the deal
to release the god inside the wheel
— Jason Kichline
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