A.j. Binash - Enigmatica Jellyfish

I am living in someone’s footprints-yet the shoe size is identical.
Here’s a chance to embrace obscurity.
Using a normal platitude of flat line pulse. O these footprints.
Walked all summer. Along monotonous
Postures. (Not to mention) my tongue’s slouched speech.
A conversation of “purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”
A blubbered smile whispered:
“Charmed I am sure.”
What I found clever-is when the footprints asked existence:
“For a penguin walk. Or a flat footed donkey skip.”
“Something to give a unique quality to a –this-that-or-the-other.”
…other might be?
“Footprints in yellow snow! Footprints in Jell-O! Squished
Till it’s impossible to distinguish-toe fungus from sugarwater.”
Ah guess I’ll keep walking
Till my toes go numb.
And I cannot tell a difference
Between where I’ve been
And where I am going.

A.j. Binash

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