If you fall in the forest, do you make a sound
Try to connect with the ground
Are you still sprawled out, with no one to help you up?
Try to believe you’re in real time
And even if not
Somewhere, there’s people who would miss you
If you were gone
There’s no map, no book, no streets
Just what you can intuit without speaking
Stay planted in your own feet
Keep all limbs in, throw your crumbs carefully
The lines blur between brush and your body
And no one to tell you if you’ve made a sound
You’re mist in a graveyard
Unidentified object
Deep in space and haunted
In the caverns of your illness
You will run towards the moon
That swollen pouch of spider eggs, dormant ‘til dawn
‘Til light punctures the dark
You are moved without cause
You have no rest because
You don’t believe in your own existence
Only witnesses prove you were present
Just keep taking those footsteps
Because they’re leaving footprints
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