There are those days when
I feel like my steps could cause earthquakes
And then there are those days when I don't
even trust my own two feet
so shaky
I don't have the faith to hold myself up
As I wander disconnected
through these hazy mountains
Taunting trees
and trapping buildings
One unsure footed step at a time
After another
Slave driving myself to solidify
And let in
Seeing only what is not
There is no such thing as solid ground
Not even under my own two feet
2002
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