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Look around

To see if anything is bound,

All of it is moving

And remains unbound,

Can one say they see

When all is like a tossing sea,

Shifting combinations thaw

Not to the tune of any one law,

One cannot hope to alight,

When all is in flight,

Makes one uncertain of sight

Sensitivities want aright,

Shows all is subverted by change always slight

When what one perceives to be real

Is morphed by a view unforeseen anew,

Unanchored thought hither

Transported amorphously thither