about my feet, about
how I am unsettled
from bottom to top.
It shivers up the ankles,
shin, knees, and hose.
That base, connect,
ground, flitters and flips.
I'm always moving
inside or out.
Asleep, restless eyes,
darting tennis games.
Toes strain and ball
feet fists and feet foes.
My mind is a thousand miles
every direction in every way,
a furious wind of thought.
From the bottom to the top
that's all I am.
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