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From Ultramarine  (coming soon on kindle ) At the stationary store the quiet Asian man serves with veiled daughter at his side, and I buying paper to create my symmetry of black on white turned to find psychotic blacked killer wittering at my side.  The air was still between us three, we held our lives like a new-born baby, unable to speak letting fear slide into the concrete floor beneath our feet, felt the wind pass our nostrils, intake of breath, door, street, as mumbling obscenities, he turned to leave.

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Men buy womenhousescarscandelabraperfumedead animals bred in cold climates,they stand on the outside looking intry to tip toe through the maze. I’m alone in my midnight shelllistening to the whisper of the sealistening to angels voicescalling me down and beyond.I’m a white tiger in an English village streetwatching with curiositysearching for luxuriant undergrowthto stretch and snarl in. I’m alone in my own skinwatching the brusque chopping of the waters,watching. 

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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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