At The Airport
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Fractured voices;
Labyrinthine corridors;
Dizzying images:
A blaze of gaudy colours;
Consumerist paradise:
Bewildered herds of buyers;
Cattle like in their movement.
Confusing check in desks;
Constant surveillance...
And then packed like
Sardines in a tin
We fasten our seatbelts
And prepare for flight!
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