these feet, a rambler's. wanderlust soles tied from genetics of the epi- kind. his feet did ramble so as these now do. his difference, he trek'd with steel shunt in arm. he trek'd slums' floors. grit-ingrain'd skin, pox'd wh- olly and now pushing onlys. pushing ash against the walls of Death's container. body aged thru time, more than doubled - more like end'd - by that refined infusion. these feet, a rambler's. walking forth existences' hundred-mile wilderness. his feet had also, and his feet defer'd before sixty-six. these continuing onward searching ancient trails. loo- king to start another day, looking for to never quit seeking another day before the unlit walls of Death. before the darkness consuming of depths never known, always near. these feet, a rambler's. of well-worn leather. relinquish'd of cares, desire or ambitions by brambles strangling. blood running by access of natural means. slate ****'d soles, crevices open'd of the crust throwing chal- lenges toward the sky. heights im- aginable if only to forsake lazed calves. heights set for disappearing, where tracks never lead. no wrong side in non-existence, no wrong sight for the rambling feet worn lea- ther.