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Another turn on the Solar Wheel,
nesting many other turns inside
for everything turns within the hour.
If seen, spheres would stand out,
changing, taking another’s
place unceasingly.
If known, territories mined
with vortices would be recognized,
playing to superimpose, separate, resume.
If recognized, we would realize
how sense is lost from flash
to flash leaving another face.
Vortices in vortices; entering,
leaving, passing by. No holding back,
becoming is constant and without requisites.
Time liberated renews itself
on each turn or in another vortex,
or in another face soon to be.
About these vortices history
will not speak, only about the last
face emerging as the Solstice arrives.
Until then a thousand faces will dress us,
asking on each one, where did I go?
We will resume in the next one.
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More on this Solar Phase: New Moon 7th. November 2018.