Start where you end
You're scattered through it
Trees are planted in all strokes
rooted nowhere
Walking means remembering what the world will look like when you see that you've arrived.
tying your shoes forever
having them tied
sleeping behind the house in the foreground
wait for the paint to wear away
paint yourself in the window...
carry paint to all roads
sign with footprints
sneak a brush under a pillow
in case change sneaks in at night
repaint the city, paint a day
canvas takes new layers
paint runs out
or dry
then you're stuck as you were
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