Below our feet
lays the quiet horizon
ready to hold
our soles and our legs
our bodies and our heads

From here
I admire the grass
and twist knots
in the carpet shag
collecting hair and dust,
stories and thoughts

Atlas bows his head;
the most humble man
hears all, holds all
pulls his muscles firm
and lives on


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