All matter is made of moving energy.
Forever, standing still-
I should be going somewhere.
Black collar, Blue jeans, White lines that are merging on a dimming horizon.
Keep moving- everyone elsewhere is doing it.
All this matters-That is always massive.
For, Everyone lying down there-
I am under standing.
Yellow moon, Grey hair, Blue eyes has a case of the “mean reds.”
Get going-Don’t miss your bus!
All that matter and all this mass.
Forever, so elementary.
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