‘One More Spin?’ A L A N VILL ANUEVA JR .
Today, my body knows nothing but the sun pulling me out of bed and the moon ramming me back to sleep. Now, I seek the gleaming chunks of copper, sheathing me from the rains pouring, hushing my rumbling stomach, and quenching this thirst—strangling me, even for a little while. A bow-tied gent steers a wheel and for some change, he moved the earth, spinning until I lost track. And when it stopped, I held the golden glimmer in my eyes. For days, his grace doubled my offerings, but for some, he was quite greedy, denying me my pining. With my sight dimming, I reckoned my faith measly. To regain his love, I wagered my all. With senses waning, I nailed my eyes to the wheel dancing its grand pirouette. It was life, swinging one with the wind, and slowing down like ripples. And my heart stampedes like a horde of horses as this beauty settles to its last stance. My feet, itching to jump, froze and screams of victory went down my throat—I fell,
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