The wheel of fortune moves; and, inversely moved,
Crushes out: all sense, all thought, all feeling.
Like an oil press, separating, decanting, severing,
It moves on: nor all your yearning, craving, longing,
Nor your wish, your hope, your desire,
Shall rescind, revert, revive or resurrect.
October 2011
(In the vein and totally inspired by Omar Khayyam)
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