Travel Without Travel

Allow me to dive

Into a pool of black and white

Let me lie on my back

And drift; will you join me?

 

Tell me, how does a world

Void of color paint

A picture brighter than

That of our days?

 

May I walk along

The margins, dipping my toes

In black ink?

 

Oh, what beauty in blackness,

What beauty in travelless travel.

 

Come, dive,

Let me tattoo you with letters,

Let me drown you in words;

A black and white end

Is not an end should you submit.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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