well-worn

the well-worn path walks itself

my shoes grow threadbare,

welcoming rocks with each heavy step.

nothing can live here,

no one wants to be crushed.

.

my steps have burned this path deeper

and deeper into the ground,

until it's become a winding canyon.

every day, i dust off my memory

of the world above me;

every day, it dims a little more.

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