Mobile
Mobile
Watching the mobile turn is jolting.
It has nowhere but around. A circle .
It glides the air as if alive. A child.
A Child loves the noise and movement but the child does not stop it.
I am a child. Near a mobile.
It spins around. While I gaze in amazement.
But I cannot stop it.
Time is unreal . Man made.
It has no effect. Just an Illusion.
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