I've seen what shoes can do

being on either me or you.

I've seen the way we flee

with those shoes upon our feet.

I've seen the mud, of our tracks

where the weight fell through-

Traveling for the release

that the mind so hopelessly seeks

an what hold's onto these miles

were steps taken, taking another piece

of themselves;

as though the soles aren't stuck-

waiting to come unglued.

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