In our worlds of ‘Me’ revolving
Pretending everything we can
Playing planets comets asteroids
Our streaming satellites of man
Peeping out of little windows
Wishing desperately the spoils
Seeking lamp lit coloured avenues
Our stifled universe recoils
On the ridge of our perimeters
As though born to not unpack
Staring wistfully at shorelines
Missing much to do outback
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