Loco-motion

There’s alteration everywhere and nothing steady yet.
The shape of life is changing every day.
The mode is metamorphosis and never can be set
to animate in any other way.

The planet moves; the creatures eat & grow & breed & die.
Mutation is a motto for our kind.
It isn’t any wonder then that you and we and I
mistake ourselves for what we left behind.

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