Glass feet

Walk away from that inked path 

On the tiled ground-- a mockingman

Calls out, "Measures a hundred

Thousand feet by a thousand feet!"

He inks those boundaries too with his

Glass pen. Is his ruler an illusion?

Can this mud ground be measured at all? 

Walk away from that inked path because

You don't know what the future holds.

You don't want to know, but they call you

Deviant and not-paying attention and 

A hundred other names that aren't yours, then

Your feet sink just a little into the slush. Still,

Their eyes search the sky and can't find anything

Beyond that pallid blue beauty; they ink that too. 

Walk away from that inked path, it'll

Break your glass feet and the shards will pierce

Your stumps, and it won't stop, because you didn't

Look left or right or up or down when you were 

Walking. Rewind the story and step on that place

Free of footprints, that place where the memories

Were washed away by tears. Your tears.

Weave a new beginning.