"I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul..." Yusuf Islam

Everyone has a place,
that place is always
moving
to become
another place.
We become another
yet retain each other
in a chain of places,
spaces, or races
we have run~
even won

~well~
some.

But here we are,
traveling slippery

on a slide
of celluloid,
frame
by
clicking,
ticking in
the dark,
frame.

Everyone has a place,
that place is always,
all ways,
moving.