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A TRAVELER OF THE AGE
A traveler of the age
Taking in the revolution
Quiet and observant as though a cat in the night
Looking for nothing in particular
Ready to see what presents itself
Wary of disguises
Full of love and emptiness
Then to the overlook
Where the past flows out to sea
Bodies, mud, random debris
Drifting out to the ocean
To mix with the refuse
Of the rest of the world
Some spinning vortex
Half way between continents
No longer American trash
Or Chinese rubbish
All churning day and night
We get diluted by the company we keep
A bit of them rubs off
With every interaction
And some aspects of you affect others
No longer pure American, French or Russian
The molecules bind imperceptibly
As we see through their eyes
If just momentarily
Sending you back to the lookout
Unsure of the ending
Ready to take the next day off
Leave work and money to fend for itself
Head further along the trail
High along the coastal range 220407.1
