rambling through
        took a walk
         surprised by the sight
         of ancient mossy forests tangled
          with hotly-contested questions
          as to where the path began
           or ended, or diverged, or
           whether there was a path,
          and if it has a gender, or
          if gender was merely
         a social construct without
         any bridge over
          swampy marsh
           since stuck my foot up
            to the knee in oozing
            incorrectness --steering
             some to fall headlong
            because never trust
           a tenderfoot with all-fired
         matters of the heart