luck at life to be living at all.... we breath the easy breezes the wet grasses swaddle our feet wading through the brush suction holds our heel as a new bog is being formed be informed that i am on top of the world .. ...a smile across the horizon each continent a sprinkle of teeth the world is round, walking straight encounters a curve, imprecise and unnoticed it leads you down and then up. perhaps one can feel it in their calfs as they strain with the lows and highs...perhaps the thigh will quiver, the abs tensie creating a girdle for movement . imagine the globe as a lover, round and heaving. hungry. waiting for you to fall into its lust and graces. hurry up before the suction become passion lift your heals moving across the curve think of nothing at all. feel everything as you coax morning from its box wondering if time moves beyond the hands of the clock ticking, ticking, clicking the heels moving forward,, slushing the toes moving backwards.. we enter the day good morning
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 13:30:52 +0000
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