Troop
of dorks
Marching with a troop of dorks, I make my way on to the next chapter of the search.
“Clump, clump…shuffle”
Marching silent, ‘cept for the sound of bone slapping the hard fossilized ash-ground.
“Clump, clump…shuffle, clump!”
Marching with insanity, defining the purpose, exposing the surface…
“Clump, clump…shuffle”
Marching…
“Clump, clump…shuffle, CLUMP!”
With no memory why…