Concrete glass acoustic tile
Herded into moving aisles
Digitally assessed
Stamped and released
For the journey
Transporting bags and packages
Belongings hung and clutched
Trying to find a place
A temporary
Sanctuary
Harangued by piercing voices
Distracting bells foreign talk
Uncertain confused
Jostled and ignored
Wishing for peace
Lured by bright lights and ads
For discriminating tastes
Expensive goods for less
Money does not last
Recycling hope
Traversing the wide spaces
On foot or electric cart
Guided by screens and signs
Squeezed into your slot
Follow your bliss
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