before the first bite, there is a hunger1
i place my bare feet in the clover
on a road in the middle of gray
laughter echoing against mountaintops
limbs bent and intertwined
breath does not come easy
moving somewhere between the surface and the depths
it almost feels like an enigma
and possibilities you can’t ignore
while sparks dance all around
pouring out and onto me
from every single direction
my whole self drinks it in
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Each line of this poem was taken from other poems I am working on and mashed together to make a collage poem.
'moving somewhere between the surface and the depths' I love this!
What a really cool way to find connections to different pieces you might otherwise not see, or feel... different entry points. Lovely! xo