A Novel, by Albert Ahearn
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As I slowly turn the pages
I am taken on a journey-
A non-spatial continuum:
Time; a willing time-traveler
Where no luggage is required;
No passengers to contend with;
No special itinerary.
Just a conceding eagerness
To be taken along, alone.
The destination known to one-
Invisible but trustworthy;
The varied characters are him;
Put another way, imagined,
And where taken is foreordained.
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Posted: 2012-11-03 13:16:56 UTC |
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