i walk between

i walk between worlds like a basket floating down a river i walk through forests and up hikes and down mountains and up streams as if they were fields of daffodils i walk between worlds i walk over boulders and over oceans (how can something so beautiful cause apprehension? perhaps it is because of its beauty) i walk and i walk i walk between the world of ones and zeros the world of the divine of age and lack thereof of flesh, of society of feminine and masculine of you i walk, i stride, i run, i play, i connect, i walk between worlds