In Marked Territory

In marked territory, I must step with care, For shadows past and present linger to snare. Each step poised, measured, cautious, slow, Falls on ground where furtive few, dare to go. I kiss the bliss of ignorance, I know Cannot dispel the florescent deja vu glow Knowing virgin ground is non-existent, All is done before, done for, insistent. Even when I plow the field to furrows spell Up pops the litter and glitter, that therein dwell Echos, reflections, touche touches that smell Of the death of innovation, pummeled pell-mell For all out there is marked, scared, sullied and stained As used before, or well past its use-by-date ingrained. For machines are now omniscient, beyond what I could ever know And all my steps are marked as plagiarist AI copies faux.