Revival

Christopher Sardegna

There´s a murmur in the corridor
of your flickering feet
prior to the conquest 
of the land you see

dancing finger-by-finger
an ode to life living
within

there´s a wandering soil
thirsty for pleasant words
remnant of pure light
from the sun

dancing finger-by-finger
an ode to life living
within

murmur became tumult
heels up to legs
legs over hips 
soil was shaking…here

dancing finger-by-finger
an ode to life living
within

your trace sparkled fragrances 
of ephemeral grace; 
a written prosthesis
worship of my pores

dancing finger-by-finger
an ode to life living
within

There, all being but you.
But you, there, being all.

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