Inkubator Collaborative Writing

There is a sense that when the foot falls

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.