Walking Walking Walking
an invisible barrier
turn back now to whence you came...
like a sheet of glass
stretched out across a motorway.
A lost concept
stepping into reality
is like stepping through a spiders web
its kills lined up like disemboweled furniture
laying on the side of the road.
Road to consciousness...
and sleeping bums wrapped
like mummies in their cocoons
waiting to be devoured.
walking walking walking!
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