it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Man's a wheel, six-armed and strong
His right-passage is rough and fleeting
Strong-soled through rain and sleeting
Though to him his journey is long
Upon himself he turns but the most
Is constantly inconstant to boast
An axle fixed in his middle must be
Though reinvented as pulley or gear
And cleaned of long dropping, dun smear
For his going-forth at last to be free.

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