28 October 2011


To walk around without being seen,
I could visit so many places in the world.
Hop in a plane, and go.

I do not know where I would go,
or who I would accompany.
What secret things I can uncover,
or rediscover,
as I drift away from a tour group
at some mysterious museum.

Tall thin stairways blocked off to the visitors
walkways available to me-
and only me-

I could leave a painting
in a museum somewhere,
inter my work in a gallery.

I could travel around the world at a whim
and leave messages to the world
as I pass by.

Leave my mark upon the world.
Invisible me.

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