Madness.
Friday Poetry — Motions
I’d like to tell you
About the universe
Nothing rests
It is all in motion
Something may seem
To sit in one place
But the truth is
There is movement
At the atomic level
And way out beyond
It is a dance
Deep inside
And way outside
If the universe has
A definition
It is
Motions
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There, a weird little bit of free verse to end the week on.
Meanwhile, my server move has begun. This post is on the old one; I have high hopes Monday’s rant will be on the new. See you then.
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