Under Feet
Beneath Your Breath,
Surly can be the whirlwind,
Wiping me into the remoteness abyss.
Hands that grip,
Single sand of grain,
May be my new given name.
Eyes set ablaze,
One fevered thought,
I into,
Ashes within a split second.
Lips speak,
No more will I be remembered.
Under Your Feet,
Why not in the crushing?
Than muse of peace,
Faith fingertips to reach underneath,
Tickling joy,
From Foot,
To Heart,
Simplicity believing.
Wondering focus mind,
Are you trying,
To tell me something?
Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006
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