this place

June 11th, 2011 Comments Off

Turn the corner, here disorientation.
Nothing familiar, panic in breaths.
Stop stop stop, skin to the ground.

Mind to matter, eyes closed now.
Hands to hips, one foot then two.
Fly fly fly, face to the sun.

Fill the lungs, sip it in.
Count the cracks, glory seeping.
Here here here, home to the heart.

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