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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