Impostor
I am in the dirt and the dirt is in me
I am the flow of me recentlyFrom the valley insignia clay came I
From the mountain foot crust came IAm I the son of two righteous souls?
Am I not the path my feet were put on?A path of mirrors, of arrows lined
Who told me to set foot here?
Who formed my face just so?
I feel my heart say this and that
I see my tracks run about
and I do not know mine from mineI shudder at what I leave behind.
Featured image: Tracktor Tracks in Mud by Christian Guthier. CC license.
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