My toes point to that familiar path
over which I tread the same very way
without thought, after days, after days
ground-soft
only it doesn't end.
The terminus dissipates before me
the exit escapes
itself
fracturing new matter,
atoms posing in new positions,
the frames along the long hall
rattle and
all fall, shattering into
collage.
I have moved on and on
and recognize how the light changes
just enough to see
this
step
through and parallel time
at equal velocities and thus
all must be still-
transported. This is how
I can be carried along
in this metropolitan body,
incentivized, yet
infested with crime,
corrupt with ego, more so
hiding in skin
I was entrusted to always protect-
but don't.
Animal eyes see me
burrow in my bi-pedestal body
and hear my heart beat itself and
echo through my unshod feet-
yet I do not run,
I carry on,
erect, by these same narrow walls
plastered shells, caves or caverns
alternating distances passed
by vision and memory
alone,
barefoot,
weary but walking on and on
this way
toward the vanishing point.
Photograph By PCR Services Corporation, creator [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
