The inner arrangments, motion flowing the friction is a maze. The motion goes it is light, the area intricate, view from a bove,
The Motion Natural force as it goes up and up some more
Left nothing else
Right or correct a left is made again,
The melodies of the motion propells the forward movent, the are is a live in as much a it can come close to,
Walls turn hoops,
Walls turn lines the form of creatures
Yet the motion uneaten
Still with it.
Stillnes then go so far in the way breaks through, the kingdom cry out
Spreading out it approaches the motion, moving around the motion is still the surroundings Keep Dancing
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