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The Movement

The clock ticks,
Mind running wild;
Ground shaking
My head throbs
Yet I and my surrounds are still.

Wood dry as the water
Lights - still the water runs, the fire appears
But yet its all still

There’s a movement,
But yet all is still
This not possible, but never impossible

Still is the movement
When everything moves
All is still



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