-The Walking of Totems-
I am looking back upon myself,
walking further back upon my past,
the span of years now gone in the folds of time.
I was always waiting here,
only waiting for the world to arrive.
All of my visitors are trespassers now.
Like stick figures in the shadow of giants,
I am walking in the shadow of your totems.
They have already revealed their final form to me.
It is only you who cannot see them
through the thickness of your mask.
There is confidence in your consistency,
but I am still confined by your convenience of me.
From this point on I must move only forward.
I must meet myself upon the road ahead,
another version of me caught in even vaster spans.