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Out Of This
World
We climbed the hills
To be closer to the stars,
Escape the city’s glare,
Relax closer to what we
Thought was left of nature,
Suddenly, in the manner
Of the night, suspended
Between the winking stars
And blinking city lights
We saw the labels, stuck
On us like a groupee’s
Suitcase, overlapping,
Crooked, straight, label
On label, we started peeling,
Most came off as if they
Were never there, some
Smarted, some like hot
Waxing, we peeled and
Peeled until there we were,
The soul in human bodies,
And as we came together
To taste the apple as though
It were the first time, we
Realized the flavour was
Out of this world.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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