Wheels meet the ground, and then
and then you wake up. Passed
hand over hand from air traffic control.

Wake up. Wake your phone from
airplane mode. Return to the wire, fly
past TSA, flow. Become one with
the taxi
the metro
the unmarked car.

Remember to stretch. There is tolerance:
space in the itinerary. And none
for hesitation.

It is time. Your luggage unloaded
by faceless men in the terminal. Your papers
filed hand over hand, socket to socket. You
are become the network again.

It’s time to wake up.

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