Road Trip Wanderer

On the road again-

Again I am suspended;

My physical form propels down the pathways

As my mental personification wanders on a walk through the Difference.

I am different in each location;

My eyes alter color each sky I fall underneah

And my skin vibrates to the beat of my surroundings, it beats and beats.

The ground shifts by beneath me;

The sun and moon follow, taking turns each,

But I do not share my space of time with anyone, for this is mine alone.

Duplication proves unobtainable;

For distance to distance remains here and there,

The existence of a memory stirs in the breeze and lingers only a moment.

Highway thoughts bubble about;

While strips-of-field introspection simmers soulful,

While city excitements sigh in relief at the sight of temporary civilization.

I sing my soul into palpable reaches;

The tunes of the universe tickle my senses,

And the lyrics tie bows on the history glowing in the heart of innovation.

I bask in the glow;

Speak to the images I envision as I pass;

My senses shiver at the sight of another's box of memories and kitche.

The gaping window soaks my skin;

I inhale the winds as each forms in front of me,

And bathe in the fresh blasts that encase me in their rhythms and freedoms.

On the road again

I breathe in deep;

Until the tired sets in beneath my sleep

And I seek out the cave I crawled out of to begin.