had this theory of life by default,
that from whence,
still, as travel's within.
so I took some very expensive
high fashion shoes,
both wingtips and stilettos,
made of very fine animal leathers.
and slowly disassembled them,
piece by piece unstitched and unglued.
trying to favorably contact back
to the creature source of each of them.
hoping to be able to reach deeply enough,
with either pair,
to connect directly with their soul of origin,
from their slightly worn sole of wear.
for I walked in the re-mixtures from others,
whether that be species, elements,
botanicals or compounds.
all their stories carry on,
however radically disguised.
eventually coming to the same source
yet journeyed as such,
in other forms of endeavor
other than human occupancy.
sacred is eventually discovered to be everything.
physical mass is the evidence of their disguise . . .
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