Traveler
I am a traveler
Through space and
Time and thought.
My wife cut pieces
From the past today,
She read from her bygone hand
And I travelled.
I cried.
Then, walking with no destination,
No journey,
Just walking
I realized no control.
My traveling is a
Motionless voyage, for where
Do I leave from and where
Do I return to
In space and time and thought?
Knowing the answer,
I would sit still
And wait.
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