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Sole Connection [Free Verse]

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The mountain
    was so long ago.

Yet, I feel its pulse
    throbbing under foot --
  into my ever-loving sole.

[You thought I was going to say:
    "everlasting soul," didn't you?

Do you think my soles
    inconsequential in comparison
  to my soul?]

Nothing is firmer or finer
    than the point at which 
   I touch (& know) the earth,
     than the point which 
    presses the real,
   and, thus, by which I have 
      evidence that I live. 

[The ghost feels nothing in its soles --
    if such a being exists.]

These lowly old soles connect me
    to all that is, was, and ever shall be.

Solid Ground [Free Verse]

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sole to cold earth:

it's the only way i know
 the limits of this world.

feet pressing into this globe
 are my tether to reality.

any other way, and the world
  could stretch forever.

the feel of my weight,
 popping to heel or ball:
  pronating & supinating,
  rolling & reaching,
   in dance or destruction --

 feet leaving the cold earth
  always reorient to the planet.

A Thousand Feet & a Foot-Long [Common Meter]

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The millipede was a foot long,
but, some might ask, whose foot?
Its own feet being quite petite
might suggest Lilliput.

But though it wasn't a footlong foot,
it was long for a bug,
a worm, a beetle, a wood mouse,
a spider, or a slug.

A snake that long would be a babe,
or, at least, quite stunted.
So, now I find my amazement
being a bit blunted.