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Lost, panicked ******* morons getting under my feet.
Twenty ******* dollars for a sausage roll to eat.
Duty-free's a ******* joke, it's cheaper on the street.
And I would rather sit on a bed of nails,
Than this ******* airport seat.
the isolate slow faults
The Absolute is a Departure Gate at an Airport
the untamed fire eating at the vacuum
and i'm waving at you through glass windows
being checked for explosives.
Mother and Father
you split when I was two
am i what you left and what you were, what you are?
does the corpus collosum
contain the answer to your waving?
left to right
the linear motion of your hand
wraps around into a circle,
blends into unfamiliaritiy
like a simple word you look at for too long
and i am unsure whether to wave back
or to stand infinitely
and it torments us.
struggling because we are divided.
and the intangible illuminates the tangible.
— The End —