Monday, January 26, 2015

transference of matters

Place your hand against the ground
The earth is not what you think, hard and cold
It is wet, and soft,
and yes, cold
But cold with the coolness of possibility
You are only an offshoot
Everything you've ever seen or held
is of the ground you touch
is less than, and a part of, this whole.

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