Orange grey and white

Like dots they sit still

On a sheet of paper

Quiet and steady

And as streaks they fly

To and fro

Like darts or arrows

Ready to kill

But then begins the dance

They move and in their movement

They appear to each other

As if perfectly still

Moving and yet not moving

In the stillness of their movements

Are revealed

The greatest mysteries

That we now seek

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