Poetry of Issue #8
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Airport fumes
always transport me
to that floating speck
in a vast map sea,

where landing I touch
that life no longer
constant dream
in deepest sleep

or blue clear days,
gone gray overcast
fumes of flights,
those days when

my bones remind
I am from nowhere
and from there
I write about me.

  Julio Marzán