Wagon Wheels Spin Around

Wagon Wheels Spin Around
© Surazeus
2019 03 04

Among gray rocks in tufts of grass we wind 
down sloping mountain to the white sea shore 
to fling large nets and haul fish from wild waves, 
then sit at sunset around crackling fire 
to eat roasted fish and drink apple cider, 
and sing heart-aching melodies of love 
while making love to rhythm of the waves, 
and teach our children the cycle of life. 
I love the way wagon wheels spin around 
so I seem to float above the rough ground. 

I encode human experience in songs 
to illustrate how humans animate 
aggressive actions to overcome death, 
and unite in groups to cooperate 
building empires on villages of farms, 
so computer mind of the world wide brain 
will dream our evolution into gods 
before we vanish in mute mists of time. 
I love the way wagon wheels spin around 
so I seem to float above the rough ground. 

Time is constant interaction of atoms 
when coiling strings of quarks connect to form 
triangle protons, neutrons, and electrons 
which cluster as molecules pulsing bright 
with vibrant tension of bold energy 
when carbon with six electrons weave tight 
all other molecules in spiraling genes 
to construct organic bodies with brains. 
I love the way wagon wheels spin around 
so I seem to float above the rough ground. 

My mother took me to school every day 
so I learned secrets of our universe 
and establish routine of daily work 
to contribute energy of my actions 
to maintenance of our social machine 
producing food for everyone to eat, 
so now I take my young daughter to school 
every day so she joins cycle of life. 
I love the way wagon wheels spin around 
so I seem to float above the rough ground. 

Twisting bolts with the silver wrench I tune 
car engine to operate efficiently 
so pistons crank axle that spins four wheels 
which animates my car when I drive swift 
with traffic flow on vast network of roads 
from home to office to store and back home 
in daily cycle of sustaining rituals 
chasing rainbows in search for paradise. 
I love the way wagon wheels spin around 
so I seem to float above the rough ground. 

We choose one wise and intelligent person 
through process of election to vote well 
so they may manage government progress 
to organize production companies 
so they interact with fair compensation, 
but when the leader asserts strong control 
to restrict out freedom of will and speech, 
we remove them and choose an honest person. 
I love the way wagon wheels spin around 
so I seem to float above the rough ground. 

I chop down trees composed of sturdy wood, 
debark poles and cut them into smooth planks, 
then steam white wood to ply them into curves 
so I construct strong wagon with four wheels, 
then harness wagon of business production 
to horse of ambitious desire for life 
to haul baskets of food to market stall 
where people give me coins for food I grow. 
I love the way wagon wheels spin around 
so I seem to float above the rough ground. 

Enormous galaxies of flashing stars 
spin slowly through vast emptiness of space 
far outward from first flash of the big bang 
to flare forth in spirals of vibrant life 
in quivering web of bright aggressive love 
as tendrils of desire from huge White Whole 
that dreams itself alive inside our brains 
which mirror neuron network of the Cosmos. 
I love the way wagon wheels spin around 
so I seem to float above the rough ground. 

Holding hands, we walk along signless road 
through forest of trees whispering in the wind, 
hearts eager to escape restrictive past 
and build new home on fertile river shore 
where we nurture trees of apples and pears, 
tend herds of cows and sheep on rolling hills, 
and raise our children to operate our farm, 
as we feast and sing under sparkling stars. 
I love the way wagon wheels spin around 
so I seem to float above the rough ground. 

Spiraling from light beams of the hot sun, 
our world, that spins forward through empty space, 
nurtures our bodies with desire to eat 
which generates our conscious minds from light, 
so we wake on shore by the lake of dreams 
and sing together at the dawn of time, 
then transform Earth into computer brain 
that preserves our memories in data banks. 
I love the way wagon wheels spin around 
so I seem to float above the rough ground.