it started long before I was born
before my grandmothers crawled in the dust as babes
and the chimps that looked up to stare in wonder at the open sky
to reach up their hands to see if we could touch it
and wrap this coat of space around our naked skin,
eating dirt, we take and make the earth inside us
so that it couldn't be all wrong
still I'm not sure it will ever be alright again.
This is beautifully written...and makes me wonder about my weird looking feet touching the earth. I know I like dirt and water a lot , and I am wondering lately a lot about feelings and souls communicating non verbally.( not reading about that, just experiecing ? then thinking about if possible)Im glad im alive in this time period and glad I ran into your blog a little less than a year ago.. that went really fast! :)
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ReplyDeleteThis is LOVELY. ( notice the emphasis on lovely )
ReplyDeleteThe scope of this is epic. The conclusion leaves me feeling a tad uneasy - but then I am instantly compelled to question this feeling. Keep up your writing sis!
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