go go go

Walk!

Walk! Go west, go east. Just go, go, go. Get up. Get out. Get moving. Peripatetic be your word. Bump! Groove. Make way and scoot along. This place will grow moss on your backside. Don’t backslide. Get moving, man. The reaper is scything at your tail. Perambulate while you are able. Go. Go. Go. Grandstand. Jump Around. Do the do. Pop up. Down with your bad self. Shimmy. Shake. Do, see, do. Gyrate. One Two Three Red Light. Red Rover Over. Duck duck goose out! Rocket up. Walk! Get on the move. Get up and go. Jog it out. Hurry up and run.

“You drift between earth and death
which seem, finally,
strangely alike…”

— Louise Glück / “Persephone The Wanderer”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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