Prayer to my ground

Blessed are these feet that strike rhythms in the divine calculus of your grace. That blister and bleed in homage to that which pervades all and moves us in tandem perfection with the elixir of existence. Painted and peeled, they exist as idols in themselves; the ground which holds me.



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