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.