There is a sense that when the foot falls, there will be no floor to receive it.
holding our palms together,
poised & open
to breathe
—clearing throats
before the fog covers us,
hoping to outlast,
posed & closing our thoughts
—cleansing minds of
weighty worries
can you trust the ground
solid beneath your feet
can you trust eyes
every page you read
There must be rules
of Gravity, gRammar
It flies Away{
true. losT
Edited by Vanus Davis. Words by Henry Marchand,Maria S. Picone, and Lin Lune.
