Two feet take turns
to stride towards the end with fury.
Each push each side
forces me along the velocity.
The quicker I go
The nearer you are under my feet.
The harder I push
the more impossible to propel you.
Queer attachment
I cannot remove you!
Dark passageway
As if the moon was you!
The moon follows where I go;
your eyes accompany my flow.
Wonder if I've reached the edge of sorrow
yet sorrow seems not finite shadow!
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