Out of place

So magnificently out-of-place
So falling and rising like some Capricorn
Or Pisces for that matter
And every name for this is nill
Is lost before its birth
And this is lonesome

And only that can signify a thing
That can be stopped or ended or deceased.
And all that’s seen just cannot ever crush
It flutters, propagates and flows and flows
And everything of place is out-of-place.


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