Spread out, the cheers and the crops; the pesticides; the phalanx. the fall.

Nothing in common but stepping on the the same cracks and wearing the same stripes,

the same jackets,

soaking it all up just the same , the same .

despite the silence.

the same.

Turns out, the crawling was just a reflection ,

I thought it was always two people,

thought it had always been,

but it was only ever one,

Had been one crawling

running on. flooding. one.

The entire time.

The one that changes with me , follows me, floods ME

like a shadow,

like me,

the same,

The entire time.

, just shy of 1000.