even in silence, the universe moves. what appears to be stillness is only the surface of constant vibration. every particle atom, every breath, every flicker of light is in motion, shaping existence itself. sound is the movement of air, light is the movement of energy, and colour is the movement of light.

movement is the grammar of the invisible. it is the structure beneath perception, the rhythm that gives meaning to everything that exists. it is not the gaze that moves the image, but the image that moves the gaze, a quiet exchange where perception becomes participation.

kinetic poetry reveals this primordial flow: the pulse that connects the atom to the star, the body to the cosmos, the pixel to the screen. through motion, the unseen becomes visible. time becomes form. because even in silence, the universe moves. and to move is to exist. and moving is existing.