Concrete
 
Oh to be solid
Molecules so slow
Even the perception of movement
Is a laugh
Weight pressing
Pressing
Man-made rock
In trails and by-ways
Forever leading to some place
Places of height and width
Heavy
Firm places
Sand and water and lime
The hard places
We all run into
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