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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0qmJoav5rE

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I couldn't tell if it was exhaustion, 

Attrition, a kind of 

Seeping desperation, 

Or just being too long

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Unfamiliarized 

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With all that I'd otherwise

Grown, to've been accustomed …

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But those airports - the queues,

Security sections, 

Lagers, lobbies and their

Monopolized arrangements 

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Of such seemingly 

Congenitally-conjoined seats - 

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Felt a lot less like limbo

Than they did

A kind of lucid, waking memory

Or like an effervescent dream:

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Blurred about the edges, fuzzy,

As the wrapped

Sheets and pillow covers

Beneath an all encompassing 

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Duvet. 

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And, through sunglasses,

A bandaid

And a pair of figuratively

Blackened eyes …

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I watched as people - everyday

People - 

Idled, pandered,

Procrastinated

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For but the momentary opportunity

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To fly.

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