big wheel keeps on turning (5/April/18)

… yesterday…

the big wheel turned against and despite of the weather-worn weather weathering  and rendering the mountains into cloud a sky so heavy as to scrape my scalp against… it stops, one person boards, around it goes again, one car with one person soon be sitting on top of the world, or at least obscured by clouds against the grey refrain of the day… rain falls with a quiet persistence, sometimes more so sometimes less so but always so… the big wheel turns regardless, one person in one car…… people eating ice cream under awnings watching winter in spring and arms reach away… precipitation quietly persists…… a castle looking quite at home, its dour, stone-carved audacity looking so clumsy on a sunny day seems to fit right in now, amidst the cavernous grey from which  the rain, the rain, the rain remains restrained, for now… from its walls the big wheel turns, one person in one car… such unforgiving walls, something for a rainy day perhaps… perfect…… the walls steal away the present supplanting the dregs from another time that lingers on the lips of ghosts, waiting, waiting, waiting to be spoken…… cold, dank, desperate, dark, its miserable persona coming into its own, attractive, alluring, enticing… an air of detached inevitability… gulls guard the walls… what do they remember, know?… passed down through generations, gull-lore… they keep telling us but we don’t listen, “surely they’re just laughing at us”, we say… well, would you blame them… the moat retains a multitude of sins, denying the eye access, lacklustre in reflections… and the big wheel keeps on turning, one person in one car, round and around… a gull-eyes view…… gull-envy…… determined souls determined to endure/ enjoy their holiday, their travel/ travails… all this way for… this?…… worry not, tomorrow will be spring again, that’s the way we roll around here, round and around on the big wheel turning, one person in one car… … … …

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