How could you
Tread in yesterday's footprint
Inhabit the space you just left
Replicate the person that stepped out of the moment just gone?
The carpet rolls up behind you
There is just the right amount of carpet where you stand.
Tent pegs will not penetrate rock
Ideal ground is right beneath you.
I once saw a fozen river
But even that thawed in the spring
Why flog a dead horse?
Leave not a trace of your existence.