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Jul 2012
I am a Nomad,
Lone traveler on paved streets,
I feel the wind whip my hair,
The sweet scent of exhaust that pervades the air,
The sense of people roaming about me
in short clipped thought
The earth is turning beneath my feet
I feel the expansion of the universe
the sinking clarity of ecological structures
communities
galaxies,
the universe.
This is my life, this is my world
i feel the architecture as our worlds coalesce together
ad infinitum
humanity at its greatest and worst
is you and I
together and separate
near and far.
But yet,
I am a Nomad
Lone traveler on paved streets
I will walk
see
feel
and think
for no one is like me.
Meagan Olsen
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Meagan Olsen
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