untitled, original poem #2

we come
 through fitted foam rubber
  and self-lit star groves

we come toin droves

to dance
 slinging loose steps
and seek to free ourselves
 from our souls and hot shoes
exposing nude feet
 unshod and protected
pounding
thus praying dirt dreams
 to the earth

and to hide
 from the very stones
and sand grains
stardust
that so lost and long ago
 had dreamt us



* 
Bizarre structure one-ninth the size of the total known universe
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Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

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