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Oct 2015
The bottom of my root catches the cement
Each curve gripping it tightly
Curves as unique as I am
My feet dance across the cool pavement
Dancing to the beat of the wind
Whooshing across the floor
As the wind glides in and out
In and out through my fingertips
And the strands of my hair
For a second I close my eyes
I am nowhere
I am everywhere
The only anchor is the wind
Reminding me I am a formless being
My particles connected to the particles of the universe
Barriers cease to exist
The unique curves of my feet
Curves that only belong to me
Now belong to the universe
Chandler Meyer
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Chandler Meyer
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