The Wheel of Fate

Lingering trauma...
Termite-riddled assembly...
Lost aspirations...
And?
And... putrefying lifeblood.
All this, so meager your curse,
and some shamed severance of bonds!

Quicksand's hidden paths...
Aquatic algae, death's dwelling...
Sorrow's blue lotus seat...
And?
And... emptiness dwelling in the seventeenth.
All this, so base your heart's desire,
and the body's hard-won essence!

Centuries before or centuries hence...
Sometimes a translator comes forward only to falter...
Then will you, becoming twilight, contain the storm? No...
Becoming today's charioteer, through contact with all journey-changes
of sins committed till now, their slipping away,
must you become the herald of the new?
Become that, if you must—but know this:
it is merely your destiny's revolution!