Faint pencil has its way today:
tumbling shapes on paper –
takes from its amassing
secret vast menagerie
cloned rounded creatures –
fumbling into place –
features all alike in form, in face –
the paradigm a sort of penguin
with a floppy snout.
They don’t look clever.
I do not know what they’re about.
But then, when do I ever?
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