Samantha Ray
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God's synapses

I feel it in my stomach

unraveling like wild roots

coming soft and undone

ribbons in a morning breeze

and these moments

like fuses coming together

music and a turn down a

certain road

heading north.

are these synapses

in the heart and mind of God?

Samantha's Picks, PoetrySarah FaucetteFebruary 11, 2019Comment
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