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mm, what Doug says… I specially like the verbs, Bill - hang on, I misread roll as roil. Opens as if a response, but to what? and saying ‘we’ feels - in a poem - verging on the presumptuous. But you may know poems that persuade me otherwise… Max On Jun 1, 2016, at 5:30, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > We are neither programmed for movement > nor stillness. We are not programmed at all. > > We do tend to mobility however. Rather > than be still, we walk, kick, fiddle, nod, tap. > > Our minds move. We grapple, weigh up, tongue-wag, > gesticulate, eye-rake, sniff, lick, munch, caress. > > At night, we lie but air still moves within us. Cool > and dry on the intake, warm and moist on exhalation. > > And our inner worlds move on as we roll over, > stretch, spread and roil in dreamscapes. > > Our conscious selves rarely squat on a second. > Off we trundle in our mind's eye to years ago > > or to the supermarket later this afternoon > traipsing down the aisle behind a trolley. > > Be they habitual or new directional, our lives > chug along in mysterious perpetual motion. > > bw