if i could
build  a   house
with these    words, it
would    look something
like    this  –     something out -
standingly gnarly,   and   if you want,
moss-carpeted,   and    full    with just
enough branches   to support     all these
letters    and more importantly,    there
would be so    much       room      for climbing  –
standing    out    on a       limb     for     all the
reasons we       should     when     there
are so     many     boundaries      for
just              waking                 and
living,     holding        out          our
arms    and      loving    –     so   much
so that      our feet        will      forget
the ground when       above       and
cherish         the   earth
when    we    come back
down,  placing one
foot
then
the
other
gently
on the
thick
roots to step
out, rejuvenated
.
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