Poetry

The wheel of time is like a giant clock
in this circular physical world
and its spokes are the second,
minute and hour hands that
continuously seem to move within it
and propel it forward in one direction
as perceived through the hub of our awareness
which witnesses the recuring phenomenon
and flux of life in its various stages of 
birth, youth, maturity, old age and death.
What of the afterlife and rebirth then?
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