each step
is faded
like snow
a fist fight
to walk
and make way
into dusk
stamp these
feet to dust
clench fist
crunch teeth
elbow forward
rattle that cold future
with arms rigid and wound
this is the clamour of life that shows
how and why we work and walk together
fist fights embolden the haste of our paced steps
Vast Imbecility 