the pedestrian
by tanner brockwell
the pedestrian
thoughts in grooves
though steps fast
or slow where he goes
a hundred no more
gliding rider
the rules unwrit
where you step
i am not
my mind the slow
evolution of thought
million million million
years are the rotation
a spinning a go
there is a fragile mystery
there is a hidden know
full front and so
but back the slithering
wiss wiss of electric instinct
but never a mode that would be so
this is crafty and unique
a genius of motion
so go and go
before there was petrol
there was bone
all shrunk down
beneath a quiet ground
fear can be fabulous
for a fabulous fright
we had the fire
before yet before we had the night
and hunted we
with charred sticks and stone
hunted we upon bison home
there hunger was abate
there we chose the myth to make
and daubed with ocher slight
we crawled the cavern tight
to leave the marks
and leave them right
a message of all we knew
the passion dangerous most true
and left to darkness dear
what was weak slipped
slipped through years
and buried bones
of other ways
are forgotten in other days
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