We’re here
on the outside
close to clean air.
The green, blue, and gray air.
The beige tones in between.
The air of reds and greens
and browns in the colder
times of year.
The shifting things you want;
we’ve got them.
We shift them.
We shift you.
You want luxury, vacations,
wealth, and freedom.
We’ve got you.
You’re in our eyes;
your hope, your money.
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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