Nothing is Static

Beast of infinite pieces

Ceaselessly evolving

Revolving cycles

Aging like the sun

I’ve lived lifetimes

Seemingly anchored in one spot

Held aloft, in a vacuum, shining through cold space

Caught in a current

The fourth dimensional wake

I’ve been places, so devoid of understanding

Ever lagging, in a plane ever expanding

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