this skin 
we're in
something sacred
to rave about
if we could
peel ourselves
shape shift
right down
to bare bones
crave new skin
what would
you choose
artificially grow
this skin show
keeps going
artistically
going and going
cosmetically
if I could 
perform
shed this skin
informed
I think 
I'd grow stripes
why not
regrettably
why want
plan to live
deep inside
a tiger skin
what a roar
all that
fresh flesh
swimming rivers
lapping hot blood
solitary tigers
raptured deep
in reverential jungle
have it better
than prideful
fractured hierarchies
those prides of hungry lions
it seems 
customary freedom
should be theirs
drinking in sweet shade
such majestic glory
on that old savanna home
such a glorious story
realistically
jungle tigers
loath corruption
losing skin
that adaptive disruption
fear destruction
in some 
contractual
tanned hide way
what is
beneath skin
nature's view
more sacred
than flesh
more cosmic
than bone
truly universal
inner beauty
those controversial stripes
we all have
but want to hide
that hierarchical type
or outwardly
some show me
is it need
those stripes
reminding us
of all that
mirrored self
finally possessing
such unique skin
we are all
an intuitive song
all this conscious poetry
imbuing revolution
tattooing stripes
onto our bare bones
ensuing evolution
so once again
we're uniquely jungle kin
roaring tiger songs at night
wearing our jungle tiger skin

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