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Listening 

I am Travelling Light

Illuminating the night

I have long conquered doubts or impulses to fight

So that I can break into free flight

And so I travel      

From ear to ear

Breaking both the silence

And the ignorance

Mine and yours

His and hers

Cause Poetry can feel as hard as diamonds or soft and lush as furs

These are not metaphors

But the thoughts of a used man

Or a man too used to having used to be a man

Breaking the silence of abused men

Tracing the tear of misused women

And I travel light

My bag’s not heavy with books

But each time I open it,

 I get looks

As if I’ve just snatched some fine woman’s Louis Vuitton

But before you know

What’s in it

I’m gone