POEM: Moving Stillness: or, Stillness in Motion

I stare at the flowing river,
and, for a moment, it seems still,
as the world whips into
a wild ride of vertigo,

leading me to question
all I believe about
the still & the moving.

Everything that's still
is spinning, orbiting, 
and expanding

Everyone who's still
is a seven-jetted
space monkey
on a rocket ride. 

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