Colin, a good read, but this S3 less interesting to me.
Some nights I spent with the ivory lab
coat folded for warmth, opened
the window and leant with my head among stars,
forgot about wind and the cycle through snow,
alight with models, each further level
of machine in machine of muscle moving,
all muscle, from dogfish to me and you.
Why? Not sure, maybe more prosey than the rest, though it is really not.
Maybe I like what is before and after so much, it seems paler. Maybe?
Smiles.
Gary
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