Nowhere Is The Cycle Poem by Ian McArthur

(another rediscovered old poem of mine.)

Chaos rushing through day and night

Histories hypocrisies
coincidence costs the point six pence

Charge the soul with framing
All the sides boxed in
Holds the picture still forever

Flash, flash-bang, an instant kills the
green tea leaf's flow of movement
light up soil and grow the fire

Bind me again to the wheel and set me all around in nowehere
from the neverstart to always end and side again,
ride the cycle.