Solum, solare, I felt you coming before you even spoke
A quiet step in a familiar room fingers of a clock stroke
Something new something not yet touched between us
Barefoot on the ground it lies beneath us basal n a buss
Supports us, everything we stand on, quiet foundation,
Holds you when you're tired meaning when we're dun
It doesn’t even speak unless you kneel down in a form,
Under the thunder, we live there, trembling in a storm,
Beneath a poem, teaching, searching for words we feel,
A steady in you, almost ready touch you in what's real,
We never left each other, a moment in us, a thing shifts,
What we're really longing for lie down with me in rifts,
In the solum rest a peace of you where silence has roots
Under your feet layers of us dense in the pack of shoots
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 8:43 AM UTC
Solum, solare, I felt you coming before you even spoke
A quiet step in a familiar room fingers of a clock stroke
Something new something not yet touched between us
Barefoot on the ground it lies beneath us basal n a buss
Supports us, everything we stand on, quiet foundation,
Holds you when you're tired meaning when we're dun
It doesn’t even speak unless you kneel down in a form,
Under the thunder, we live there, trembling in a storm,
Beneath a poem, teaching, searching for words we feel,
A steady in you, almost ready touch you in what's real,
We never left each other, a moment in us, a thing shifts,
What we're really longing for lie down with me in rifts,
In the solum rest a peace of you where silence has roots
Under your feet layers of us dense in the pack of shoots
Sometimes I imagine you walking barefoot in the soft wet soil of a morning solum where it is just you along the free, and I am under you, your feet, the ground you walk on, the soil too rich to cheat, feeling the underneath, the meaning, words beneath us just waiting for relief.
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