Just a piece of luggage
Jetlagged and rugged
Shaken by own expectation
Shaken by turbulence
Violence is restlessness
baggage on the back
suitcases in hands arms dragged down
we burden across lounges homeless stooges
Fine fabric scent until we depart
Climb the endless
these escalators that click us in
We are deep within their complex
Hugging the landing strips hallowed ground
Caterpillar vehicles
Luggage spread across the beaches
Parts of ourselves we insist on
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