People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Roll along the tarmac on
your way to some distant
destination; chosen or at
random, a figure stabbed
down upon the map. Who
shall go with us on our
wayward journey into the
unknown land of space, time?
Unsure what we’ll find? Will
it be dissonant? Will it rhyme?
I cannot tell or know since I
have never traveled here in
the past or the future. Like
all travel, I hope it will nurture
my soul, my body, my very
being, very in the sense of true
very being to very being, while
being very much alone,
although I contain multitudes.
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