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Now reading
The Story of Motion
And the sea swings
Agitated with alternates.
The wind is the unseen mover,
And the clouds
the puffed up population,
Fading and wilting,
Taught of a star's set course
We await evaporation .
We are at the mercy of the spring,
that unwinding.
Iam devout to ripples
To rivers
To whipping leaves,
To the blurred machine
To the hand's vehicles.