Thursday, March 17, 2011

Poem: We All Move

We are all moving:
walking, running, driving...
We are all moving all of the time:
breathing, digesting, blinking...
When we are still, the earth is moving:
quaking, rotating, revolving...
Even the dead are moving through time:
desiccating, decomposing, fading from memory.

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