The Fan
The fan moves
From three panes
To six panes
To infinity
Faster and faster the pace
The fan develops
From a lovely flower
To a tremendous - speed - spinning wheel
Deceiving your eyes
Telling you that
What you see
In a swift glance
May not be the truth
In a deep meditation
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