We have to move
migrate, travel
down the sidewalk
street, highway
percussive bodies
beating, burning
to there, then there, then there
cascading destinations
this is not elective
but necessity
this biological directive
to proceed
encased in time
we thrash against
the bonds of space
to store
to park
to work
to home
the echo of the nomad's roam
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