As I walk your earth I leave no shadows; no footprints on your dunes of doom. Naked skin white as snow sizzles in coconut oil. Fried frowns and dried lawns randomly left for chary craftsmen. Everyone looks of age, everyone looks away. Your forests leafy and needled; I chew and spiked memories re-emerge as new. Green grass and prickly skin, nettles and old engineless mowing machines. I walk your earth another time, another long way round, barefoot and unoccupied. Ghosts of shadows point the way through the breathing forest towards the end of day.