Bread on my lips

My feet flat
on the floor
on the ground
on the earth

Energy fills me up
and reaches deep
into the center of the world.

Up and up and up
mantle, core, crust
to land, to supple fields
of grain

Grain ground baked cut sliced buttered
picked up by my hand

placed on my lips.

I am one with the earth, and she is one with me.

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