Scene 51: Marching

Wrinkled legs trudge through ceaselessly
through valleys of nights and mountains of suns
through rivers of nightmares and fields of dreams
we walk without pause
our ravaged soles
take a step
one
by
one

Worn knees creak past incessantly
past, present, and future,
past time drenched sands and old starlight
we step to each beat
as blistered fleets
march from each
note
to
note

We walk, knowing where we were
We walk, learning where we are
We walk, discovering where we go
We walk
and walk
and walk
and we
hope