You can’t wear it
Like a coat
And not expect some
Holes to form
And stains to stay
Nor mud to cake
As you fall unto
Unbeaten paths
You can’t expect
To not stumble
Through the fields
Of the apex predator
Without damage incurred
You can’t wash it
Without losing memory
It’s clear but only
Goes so far when you
Abuse it every day
You can’t appreciate it
For what it was
And not be disappointed
When it doesn’t become
Anything it used to be
It moves and culls
The cullfield is
What was and will be
Not the now where you stand
Hole-stricken and haggard
Presently
But the next step
And the step before
Appreciate the foot
Which carried you
But it is no longer
As you stride further
It has been culled
Don’t fall into thought
When you walk
The cullfield
Consume Reality! 