Mesmerising sparks of Creation gleamed with famous narration.
Renaissance and Genesis converged in spacetime warped.
Perhaps gravity failed to exist.
The Wheels are changing.

The withered tree breathed life as grounds were laid.
I met myself with trepidation assuaged.
Decaying cosmic vacuum surfed as warm toast satiated the masses.
The Wheels are changing.

Peregrinations embarked towards beyond – plains of time traversed.
For want you may go back, wishful demands unkept.
Exasperation in emotion held no grounds.
The Wheels are changing.

Shaped, twisted, and wrung were the ten realities.
Such intricacies of life delineated truth in red.
Delicate ethereal connections brought about hearts beat.
The Wheels are changing.

Is Love then, the one thing that transcends time and space?
A dilated quantum colony sailing through transmissions wired.
The Wheels changed.

And without further adieu, Murphy’s Law began with a fortissimo coda.

Alexander Shao-Rong Pang

Meaning within: ‘The Wheels are Changing’ explores the interstellar connection between the human touch and astronomical science.