The End of Permanence

I stand on two feet, the ground marries my soles, 

Wings, I do not have, and yet,

The Sky I belong to. 

I outstretch my arms, the breeze blankets me,

And though moles outscore me in digging, 

The Earth I belong to. 

Each particle, organism, being, in its place, where it should be, 

Shuffling awkwardly, do they know their worth? Yet, 

Each is impermanent.

I stand, I outstretch,

But most outstandingly, I am not stationary, 

As long as I move, I am in my place, shifting until I see It and feel It, 

This Universe, 

It was made for me, to touch, and to see, 

To contemplate and discover, 

Even if my being may never grasp a distant star. 

Does being confine? Am I bound? 

No, for I extend far beyond

My skin and limbs, 

My ribcage and cartilage, 

My encephalon, 

My heart, 

My eyes,

Aye, 

The world is my body,I complete myself as much As I complete this world.

For as long as I live and love 

I am confined between the hands of a clock, that is no question, 

Though as much as I am confined, I am moving with each tick. 

Back and forth, and forward more, I revolve--

I am unfixed.