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Men buy women
houses
cars
candelabra
perfume
dead animals bred in cold climates,
they stand on the outside looking in
try to tip toe through the maze.

I’m alone in my midnight shell
listening to the whisper of the sea
listening to angels voices
calling me down and beyond.
I’m a white tiger in an English village street
watching with curiosity
searching for luxuriant undergrowth
to stretch and snarl in.

I’m alone in my own skin
watching the brusque chopping of the waters,
watching.

…………………………………………………………………………………………

On the edge of infinity the great wastes of the galaxy stretch beyond our comprehension, if I wait that long on a clear night I might find you waiting.

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