Dead Feet

• Walking over to start a 

Day walking over every

Object as if a man and

Each distance left off with no 

Time combust every fragment

Of individual remain

Brave enough to etch itself

Into hollow ground rooted

Yet loose from existence’s shell

Wandering till neverland

Never recollect said hand

Scratch, grab, throw, catch, fall, repeat

Every process sinks no more

The meaning meant to be left

Each scent trails the breeze for wake

A second it’ll touch no waves

Two seconds it’ll part the air

The third leaves no form to bear

Cycle again to scrape in out

Another version of terror

Release it into the wild

Watch it vanish oblivious

Reimbursed is not the breeze

Endowed is not natural life

Lie down to rest for the day

Nothing has changed since you came

It was a wonderful trip

We would get many the same

But penned is one unique you

Forgotten but never lost