The Wheels, The Wheels
By Dong Li
Time rolls out a scroll of a few strokes
Spring and autumn slant to history
The self advances toward delusion
Ten thousand things advance to enlightenment
What will trickle, what will drill through
Traveling in the feathering bluebirds
Life departs the face
Genealogy begins to pray
In the new vernacular
In the aviary of
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