Spinning through space

I am ashamed, everything stands still.
Stillness is the quality of these days
Cars moving, sidewalks freshly laid down,
Drills outside my ears.
The world moves, rendering me a cripple.
In contrast, motion is senseless.
We are spinning through space,
Seeing no one, talking to no one.
A ball of dirt and water, heated by the sun.
Stillness envelopes me.
I cringe.


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