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The other side of midnighthidesbehind super nova swan ride. ‘’No access to the inaccessible’’just words dripping from a penheavily wrought in silence ……. & then……. I wake to grey somnambulancehibernating morning wherethe traffic glides. We hurry towards, then turn in vainfrom open eggshell of the ‘’self’’ we touch eternity. The other side of midnight hidesrings around the moon& I am lost in the lute of winter I shuffle into dreams:What of this dream of life?Where I’m losing me.