Motion, constant.
That reckless, whirling, diving of us.
Us all around.
Fast forward, a freeze frame blur.
Lights expose,
map my still form.
Quiet, the eye of a storm,
nucleus calm.
Closed eyes, closed heart.
Opening
Content...
While those around
spin....
spin....
spin...
[Cliff Harvey circa 2009]
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