Wanderer

My medium is tarred tedium and saffron median
And this thousand mile journey starts with two steps
Breeding them, left and right foot bred to light foot
Though my toes burn still I sojourn
to the beat, beat, beat of feet, feet, feet
Sole, Aes rap, base, kick-snare feats
achieved across the heartland
My art spans leaps and bounds
toward the perpetual conclusion of dark tan, fleeting ground
Asphalt acts as fault lines between immaculate and scapula
Through no fault I've shouldered time
divining traffic signs, two capillary mind
splicing yellow graphic lines as I straddle corpus callosum
through magic, varied kinds of privilege and the remaining portion
Toted along successive legs
Noted...it progressively begs the question
Are we there yet?
Be it words 3, steps 13, days 10,000
I observe degrees, the outset sure seems to be the longest phrase of the mountain