medicine wheels wisdom world healing
hospital feels system, hurled ceiling
everything rheels, distance curled peeling
spinning and dizzy truth is a pearl teal thing
to us it seems like a halo and light mixed with it all
in sick delight
in the morning times when there's creaks in the light
everyone pretends not to notice when the sun takes flight
the jerky motions and the hand that pulls the kite
mixed not with love the soup yields not delight
though an earnest intent is wielded with magickal insight
