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*Strange how
my feet won't touch
the ground.
Strange how
my bags are packed
with sadness.
Plight is
my fellow passenger
to Osaka sun,
or Artic chill,
or some volcanic
love nest.
Strange how
my jet-setting eyes,
they see paradise only
on satellite tv,
yet they see the once
beautiful people
and all their utter dismay,
as they pass through
the metal detectors.
So strange
that I can hear
their strife
their suffering
well above
the engine's roar.*
~
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 2:37 PM UTC
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*Strange how
my feet won't touch
the ground.
Strange how
my bags are packed
with sadness.
Plight is
my fellow passenger
to Osaka sun,
or Artic chill,
or some volcanic
love nest.
Strange how
my jet-setting eyes,
they see paradise only
on satellite tv,
yet they see the once
beautiful people
and all their utter dismay,
as they pass through
the metal detectors.
So strange
that I can hear
their strife
their suffering
well above
the engine's roar.*
~
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