Reconstituted Air
Reconstituted air
invades my lungs
and odours creep
of humanity crammed into
an unnatural shape
Each in our own bubble of close
proximity
We try to sleep
We survive.
© Cailin Ogston
(On a flight to Singapore.)
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Saturday, July 31, 2010
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