
Luggage
Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read
I barely exist
in between tracks
rusting
and binaural beats
for that day’s ache.
Dream fragments
scatter like sand.
Inter-city
life,
station teleportation,
neurons on the line.
Autumnal lights dance
through barriers
out of kilter
with human surroundings.
Glance up at the screen
destination on repeat.
