Overseas

You are destined not to speak, yet I still want to listen to what you say.
A mute monologue that escorts my journey overseas.

You are supposed to be invisible, yet I want to at least feel your presence nearby.
A blind gravitas that escorts my journey overseas.

You are intended to last a handful of minutes, yet I still walk an eternity in the dimensions you swing me.
A cripple ephemera that escorts my journey overseas.

You are expected to be repetitive, yet I still want to breathe your stupendous diversity.
An anosmic iteration that escorts my journey overseas.

You are made by the same dismal substance as the others, yet I still feel you sound so different.
A deaf feeling that escorts my journey overseas.

S.K.

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