Wagon Wheels © Donna Rae Lands
They are the wagon wheels in her mixer mind…
They travel and oscillate as the highest find…
Viewed and pursued for her form of lissajous…
Waves that encircle as her golden muse…
Back and forth sent as her nightmares of abuse…
They are the wagon wheels in her mixer mind…
Measured as a wavelength of the wavy kind…
They travel and oscillate as the highest find…
Novas so high in the sky are destined to infuse…
Viewed and pursued for her form of lissajous…
The event horizon has no end for her to know…
Waves that encircle as her golden muse…
All to betide her secret side of the midnight show…
Back and forth sent as her nightmares of abuse…
Auras collapse for the magnetic flow…
The star gazers knew of Betelgeuse anew…
Novas so high in the sky are destined to infuse…
Truly the air waves in all the news of the blues…
The event horizon has no end for her to know…
They are the wagon wheels in her mixer mind of show…
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