Is movement of matter a matter of movement?
It’s the quest of those mutable to rearrange
Things into simple structures that can grow complex
At the whim of the crafter. All things are subjects
In my cognitive kingdom. To who am I strange?
To determine what’s movable is time well spent.

I wish I could move anything. Some things I can’t.
They require special skill or much talent or both.
I can’t learn to move all things. No one can do that.
But a few things I move well. I have them down pat.
Some things move far beyond me. I’ve taken an oath
To stay focused on one thing and make it my chant.

Words are easily moveable as they exist
In the sea of the intellect. Simple creatures,
They obey their commander with dutiful grace.
My intent rains upon them. They fall into place
And perhaps could be of value to schoolteachers.
Would the world be at ease were that notion dismissed?

Am I proud I’m a virgin untouched by the seed
Of the animal circle? I’m well interlinked
With all motion existent throughout the cosmos.
The mind is not a womb for the world to prognose
Lest the self and the word become too indistinct.
Life proceeds as a puzzle wherein I am freed.