From the bottom of my feet joy
From the edges of my fingers anger
From the turnings of my eyes wonder
From the top of my head sadness
From the way you look at me levity
From the way the world looks back gravity
From the crater of my heart a cup
From the river of my brain
Overflowing or dry as dust
From where you are listening to me
Tasting me on the tip of your tongue
From where I am touching your face
From where I am unafraid undone
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