the travelers need not search for one another,

the finding is effortless.

as the dust gathers on shoe laces

and tread wears to nothing,

we walk the same roads, admiring

the same sky.

i look, you see, earth rolls

through invented time and the incredible mastery

of chaos.

come to me. we are but flecks,

motes in sunlight, fragile

and measureless.

if my rhythm and yours

coincide

there’s no telling

what we might become.

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