Making All Else Move

There is certain uncertainty

in how the sky flies,

but I cannot

or how the earth turns

yet I am still.

 

It is as if everything else

moves but me:

an unmovable object

that the world hoped

to yield and to rive.

 

I have wished to move

and to be,

but I am unmoving

and always will be

making all else move.

 

P

ps. this is another old piece

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