Another poem: Moving

Just being here, we're moving
Around and around and around and around,
In four directions at once:
Around earth's axis,
Around the sun,
Around the Milky Way,
And out out out into space,
Around and around and around and around.

Where do you land?
When you get tired,
Where do you stand?
Where is the ground's ground?
Around and around and around and around.
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jack brummet