Cradled into the calling earth

There is one

I remember

Through seasons

Who came and ran away

At first, until

I chased him barefoot

Through the history of myself off the edge of a red cliff

There is that story of Jacob’s wrestling…

The stones their bodies fell upon

Still imprint my soul..

How skin fell through air in slow motion

Getting scratched along the way

with the law of gravity calling them home

These bodies, torn surfaces we wear

are suddenly seen caressing in mid air

and upon impact are

cradled into the calling earth

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