I walk a dusty street alone,
\nDesolate, destitute,
\nAlone. I walk in company
\nOf thoughts. I walk in company
\nOf thieves, of prophets;
\nI walk in company
\nOf gods. <\/p>\n
I walk in company of thoughts.<\/p>\n
My thoughts.<\/p>\n
I walk a dusty street, alone.<\/p>\n
I kick the dust as I walk,
\nAmusing myself with images
\nOf dust playthings and
\nDust monsters,
\nFormed in tiny clouds of
\nDust which cloud the mind.<\/p>\n
I walk in dust, heedless
\nOf my company.<\/p>\n
The dust kicks back,
\nPlaying with my own
\nCreated images.
\nThe capers of this dust
\nAmuse, entice,
\nAnd intimidate me,
\nHolding the thought.<\/p>\n
Following other footprints
\nLeft behind in
\nThis foreboding dust,
\nTracing other paths,
\nOf other things lost,
\nI walk and follow and move and
\nThink alone on this dusty road.<\/p>\n
I walk and pass a streetlight,
\nA light, lighting my way.
\nBut the light is diffused by
\nDust; diffused, not focussed,
\nConfused, not illuminating.<\/p>\n
That confused light confuses me.
\nThe dust confusing that light,
\nDiffuses my thought,
\nStill holds my thought as I walk.<\/p>\n
Without that meager glint of
\nConfused Light, I could not find
\nMy way. I could not find any way –
\nCould not follow footprints,
\nCould not leave them behind.
\nWithout diffused light, I would be
\nLost: I could not be.<\/p>\n
Whose footprints do I follow?
\nMy feet fall perfectly
\nInto the place of each print ahead,
\nMy foot fits perfectly into
\nEach print ahead.<\/p>\n
I follow no one but myself,
\nThough I follow footprints,
\nThey were not made by feet.
\nThose prints were made of dust,
\nDust diffusing light,
\nDust confusing thought.<\/p>\n
Those prints were made of dust,
\nBy dust and from dust.
\nIt was confused thoughts which
\nLaid them there, where
\nMy foot will fall with every step.
\nThe path I follow has been created by me.
\nIt was laid down by me.<\/p>\n
The dusty street I walk is
\nMy own dusty street, my own dust,
\nMy own street. <\/p>\n
I pass and look down other side streets,
\nI look and consider
\nPossibilities, but my feet fall
\nPerfectly into each place laid before me.
\nI cannot place my foot outside these
\nDust prints, which took me
\nOn their own streets.<\/p>\n
I may consider and be curious as I wish,
\nBut my wish creates more
\nDusty side streets for other
\nWondering walkers to peruse.<\/p>\n
My wish creates more creations
\nIn this dust and of this dust,
\nFor my wish is for this dust.<\/p>\n
And so I walk.
\nI walk this dusty street alone,
\nIn company of thieves, of
\nProphets;
\nI walk in company of
\nGods.<\/p>\n
I walk alone,
\nHeedless the company that I am.<\/p>\n
This dusty street, must teach me and
\nFrom it I must learn
\nHow not to make this dust the object of
\nMy thought.<\/p>\n
The less I think of this dust
\nThe shorter my dusty street becomes.<\/p>\n
I approach the end of this dusty street,
\nWhere I may no longer follow footprints.
\nI may no longer follow footprints, but
\nThen I drift along a dusty street,
\nDrift along at the speed of thought,
\nUntil no more dust can hold my mind.<\/p>\n
When no more dust holds my mind,
\nI drift alone, I drift with my Selves.<\/p>\n
I am my Selves, apart from this
\nDusty street.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I walk a dusty street alone,
Desolate, destitute,
Alone. I walk in company
Of thoughts. I walk in company
Of thieves, of prophets;
I walk in company
Of gods. <\/p>\n
I walk in company of thoughts.<\/p>\n
My thoughts.<\/p>\n
I walk a dusty street, alone.<\/p>\n
I kick the dust as I walk,
Amusing myself […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,6,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-853","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introspection","category-metaphysical","category-poems"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/853","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=853"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/853\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":854,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/853\/revisions\/854"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=853"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=853"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=853"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}