Open Future
By Thiede Wulf


Swing the path to my heaven.
My father, healed, restored, strong.
My hands on a wheel, calm, eyes patrolling.
I become the guardian, the strong, solid, stoic stone.
My love grows stronger
She smashes the gates before her with triumphant ease.
We walk hand in hand
And gold rolls out to plenty at our feet.
Gold walks beside us into joy.
Diamonds glittering in our footsteps.


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Thiede Wulf has learned how to reset the kharmic wheel, but sometimes it spins on anyway in order to carry him toward a brighter sun.