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nooks and crannies.

Posted to Action Poetry




when fresh out of the womb,
eyes glazed over,
skin hot and red,
brace yourself-

we'll keep turning, turning,
movement keeps us at bay.
we're a lull in the melody.

shake the stillness
from all the crevices
of our idlly waking bodies.
rip the wrinkles from our
seemingly innocent palms.

(your poem was beautiful. i especially love the lines "and his aformentioned sisters swinging from the stars")