NaPoWriMo day 19: I travel

I travel

with each word

with each sound

 

I become

 

The ear of the Earth

the mouth of the sky

the eyes of the stars

 

with every wanting inhaled

with every longing exhaled

 

I travel;

 

I wish you come with me

at the end of never-spoken sentence

 

as I travel

 

never arriving

 

simply existing

in the middle

 

of that, those-

 

and perhaps this?

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