Roulette

May twentieth - another day in the endless march of time. The Maya were right - time is cyclical - not linear. A cycle of reality spinning upon an invisible axle rotating to some unknown vibration. Another moment in the breath of eternity - an insignificant snapshot caught in the wheel's embrace. Like the roulette wheel, the cycle repeats - birth, growth, death, red, black, red. Round and round. Each cog of the wheel falling into place dragging this moment to the next. White ball, bouncing, crashing into obstacles resisting the merry-go-round...till it's caught. Slotted and pinned, number 32, it spins, held in place by gravity...resistance is futile.