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