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Boundaries, Airports and Down Time
Vacant between
two cities, indifferent to me
I indulge my pretense
of journeying without
past or future.
Unidentified passenger
I fly
invisably,
until my reflection
stares back at me
from the window.
Once again,
it's me.
My fusion with air
lasts only
for a second.
I am too capable
of carving a pathway
with my presence.
The days of dust
are over.
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