Where Do You Live

It starts at your feet,
you’re standing in sky.
You live in sky.
You go to work in sky,
You eat breakfast in it,
You make art in sky.
You walk though sky,
You cry and sing in it.
You breathe

sky, sky, sky.
It starts at your feet.
You live in sky on a ball that rolls
a thousand miles a minute,
on a ball that, spinning, clenches sky
to its molten heart.
You live in their love,
you live
in sky.

©Susa Silvermarie 2019


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