An airport is nowhere
which is not something
generally noticed
yet some unnamed person in the past
deliberately planned it
to be there
and you have spent time there
again
and are spending time there again
for something you have done
which you do not entirely remember
like the souls of Purgatory
you sit there in the smell
of what passes for food
breathing what is called air
while the timepieces measure
their agreement
you believe in it
while you are there
because you are there
and sometimes you may even feel happy
to be that far on your way
to somewhere
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