ten thousand feet stood in rows and lines on the cold concrete
sidewalk twisted flowered vines still persisted issued from two legs one pair of shoes and a tongue that begs
for destination where confused stilted temptation
falls in place with naked candor to entwine embrace
then escape awake meander cognizance agape
the morning sun replete arose and shines
ten thousand
feet stood in rows and lines along long streets
vindictive guide for those who find their faith defied
and turn away their swollen eyes and walk away looking
ahead to their stolen sky to leave the past to spread
its wings and fall away.
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