(no subject)

Where have you been
Just here and there
What have you seen
Just dirt and air
Where are you going
Wherever I'm blown
Where there's no knowing
That's my new home
What are you fleeing
What have you got
Better off being
Begotten or not
That is the question
For which there's no answer
But moving so fast
You're deaf as a dancer
Spinning until
You're there at the still
Center of motion
The spine of the ocean
The fact that you're moving
Can never be proven
With no point of reference
And that is my preference