The Mover

I move through air and dust. Feeling each particle against my skin.
Moving through water and earth. Sometimes uncontrolled and sometimes grounded.
Stuck to the ground and up in the air.
Always connected to the surface. The unseen and seen.
Always in movements as energy.
Never stopping.

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