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Constant Traveler

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In which the persona holds a photo.

How many miles have you gone, dear? Asleep you look travel weary, laden with the dust of miles. Constant
traveler of distances you know displacements more than I. The world must be intricate in your mind’s
map, as circuitous as the dendrites that carry your memories of place, which to me are but unmarked
spaces that I struggle to name.

No one knows the dangers of the road more than you, but why do you now lay there defenseless in
fatigued slumber, as though you could not be roused, for anything?

There is something in me, wanting to ruffle your hair. But I am never where the road takes you.


Written by thedoe

December 11, 2010 at 2:13 am

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