hidden in corridors,
people talking.
in swastika seats,
drones absorbing.
while all the while,
i'm floating.
to far away lands,
much more warming.

more sooner than later,
i'm crashing.

after a while,
it consumes me.
it pecks at my brain,
and it beats me.
the swastika seats,
they absorb me.

because home is too far
to hold on to.