All the shuffling souls with wheels or feet
On polished carpet and poured concrete
Just enough to never be certain of
How many shoes or how far they’ve come
Humanity, or rather humankind
For how the impatience redefines
All racing to wait or waiting to race
On treadmills stretched over miles and days
How we splice the space and chase time’s flight
To this metropolis no better than mine
But people reach out, lines are cast
To reach earths better in light of the past
In aluminum birds suspended
Skipping across fogged mirrors endless
From Rockies frozen, the wheat on the plain
Through Cascades the seas just can’t contain
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