Wednesday, March 25, 2015

I Am That I Move

I rest here of one mind in 
a small plot of one planet,
itself a mere dot of blue
ink dribbled, as by default, 
onto a page so vast that 
it holds every story ever told, 
any that ever will be.

The masthead of this vast page
is immovable, without 
form or speech unmoved . . . and yet

Moveo, ergo sum.

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