Meaningless travels
to many tourist 'hotspots'
all over the globe:
token gestures of nothing
in particular.
Empty suits engage
in empty talk in first class.
Ethnocentric views
abound over deep blue skies.
Jet-setters like to rest on
mental vactions,
yet they cannot hope to buy
back their hearts and souls.
Fountains of Youth are broken.
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