Sole Infront of sole the echo of stomping feet off of mornings damp pavement and onto the dirt path of the wood I feel my pulse climb from this primitive state of nature my heart beats to the rhythm of a war drum it was never a process of going to or from rather a temporary escaping my own gaze taking both mind and body and splitting it right in two like an animal bounding through nature but the creature is me a being in the moment always moving forward from the path
