What do you make of life?

Life as we know it.

It holds us still and spins us around.

It whirls us back, and knocks us to our backs.

As I lay, I think on it; life.

It's a miracle.

It pushes us to become mobile in our world, in our relationships.

It makes us.

As we make it.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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