ken dances

Mon, 04/07/2014 - 02:21 -- Mary R.

You grasp infinity in your tiny mortal fists,

your shaking palms hold galaxies,

stars, planets, whole worlds flow throw the veins in your arms,

and how is it that you never thought to ask what it meant

when the smell of rain on the gray cliffs made your calloused feet dance?

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