down from the heavens it falls without gracefulness
sparsely at first, soon like a waterfall it pours down,
hiding ourselves in cabins and caves
huddling together against the chill
comforting those younger than us,
teaching them the ways of the wheel
spinning the strings of time, it does,
testing the fate of the tellers whose prognostications
maybe result in nothing more than a false rumor,
a tale woven by fools, spun by those in doubt,
pushing forth a false narrative of power;
the wheel turns for everyone
all creatures great and small
only a few are fortunate to wear the weave
made of the truth of the correct foretelling,
many futures are woven - a few will unfold,
we have no knowledge of the source
who set all life into motion or began the
the first turn of the wheel - yet so it began...
and now the heavens drop water down on us
left to wonder if this omen be good or evil.
May 2, 2025
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