The view is modest and wood-trimmed
Mattress soft, appliances luxuriously mass-produced
Bags remained packed - missing only small increments
Furnishings aside the unit smells of upscale transiency
It simultaneously meets a need yet leaves a void
Loosening footwear with trendy hounds tooth beneath
Gazing at hundreds of threads
Surely a fraction of billions in the same pattern
Click of a door reveals a 3-way standoff
Mosaic chamber awaits a weary pose
The flowing pour is the respite
However an untasted elixir is offered elsewhere
A cacophony of elements - some reviled, some unseen
Those of water calcium, cheap shampoos and residual travel size smells
A melange leftover from previous similar term tenants
It draws an unexpected sense.
He is home.
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