Saturday, March 19, 2016

No. 1

Mush beneath my bare feet,
a growth, 
a breadth, 
a thought. 


Silence swirls through the air,
its energy, 
its flight, 
its purpose. 


Blind from all senses.
Become some thing
Fall into some one. 
And it all melts away. 

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