It’s Footprints All The Way Down

It’s Footprints All The Way Down

My foot plants, the dirt moves, the air breathes, I look down.
My foot is planted, as if it had been there for centuries.
There’s a moment in time here, right now,
With dust in the curl of a mushroom.
My foot plants, the dirt moves, the air breathes, I look down.
The dust settles.
There’s a bigger footprint underneath.

– Scott Sandwich

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