Once we were blobs of paint on a canvas
Then line began to define
and before we knew it we were whirling about
and feeling quite divine
In the whirling one may find themselves
feeling truly, I say, most free
yet activity of such a vigorous nature may call one
to occasionally take a knee
still when you're a blob you have no bone or knee
and when you stop, you just spread out
so with no way of stopping, go on with your blobbing
and continue to whirl about.
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