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What if I walked and walked and didn't stop?
What if I kept going in heat and sun
one step after another in sand, in gravel?
What if my head lolled and bobbed?
And what if as I walked my eyes glazed
stared nowhere, became hollow as wind sockets?
What if first my clothes turned to dust
then my skin began to flake away
and finally peel off in large dry petals?
What if the bones kept going, steady as before
but growing thinner, till
thinner than thinnest eggshell
they simply faded into air?
But what if I kept walking even then
walking and walking in the desert
reduced to no one
just silent and forever
flowers blooming as my feet
ravens nesting as my knuckles?
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