I am alien, yet I blend in
I'm small without and immense within
You can see me and not recall
An obsolete Police Box with faux blue walls
Within I have a lonely man
A traveller of time and distant lands
We go hither and tither through time and space
Without family, home, or kindred race
To know me you need to climb within
I am more interesting beneath my skin
To the few that dare they see the truth
That I am no ordinary booth
If you care to try, I'll show you the stars
More than any adventure you've had thus far
You'll need to see past the ordinary
Because inside is the beauty of me
Keats
05 November 2010
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