Travel With Me

Let us go
somewhere far
to a place,
perhaps farther,
than both of us
have travelled.
Where both of us
know no one and
no one knows
the both of us.

    What are we riding?
    Are we riding?

Let’s ride.

I’ve heard this from dear Edward:
There’s a good Universe
next door.
There we shall go
for he advised me to go.

Come hold my hand
and come
to my hand.
We will go
somewhere far,
to a place,
perhaps farther,
than both of us
have travelled.

    When are we leaving?
    Are we leaving? 

Let’s leave.

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