Motion
Words are written
Smudged deep into
The back of wisdom
Beautiful and ugly,
It all goes.
Infinity, it works
With life like death
Blurring sharp lines,
It all goes,
Jumping, stumbling, crashing, flowing,
Laughing at the worry
Unfolding in the air,
unexplained.
It all goes.
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