my spine reaches the earth
swims up stream
coils around love.
climbs stairs
bends to fit between chairs
and rolls across fields of dust,
metal, cement and plastic.
tells me when to believe
and when I am being mislead
knows the time to rest
and how to unravel a story.
my spine leads me to the surface
walks into circles of beautiful beetles
multiplies with joy and is
spinning below the white crust of waves.
a cord or rope lifting buckets
of blood up and down
in and out of time.
I see love in memory
waiting in some quiet place
to circle the planet.
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