Things that seem to stand Still really don’t. That tree: it breathes And stretches, and roots. That stone: it flows And moults, and crystals. That star: it eats And spins, and transmutes. A river is not a thing: It is the water that rivers. And the water is not a thing: It is the atoms that water. And the atoms are not things: It is space that atoms. Where does it end? All nouns are mirages: Verbs slowed down Slower than our eyes The speed of light becomes The seed of night. Nothing is still. Nothing is, still.