Friday, November 21, 2014

The Creatures that I Think I’ve Drawn

Self-consumed, they sit,
affectionate enough, content:
as far as I can tell, they’re doing well.

One looks up, the other looks at nothing clear.
Did I bring them here?
I thought I’d brought them here.

They’ve caught me at a brink.
Do they want more from being than to be?
The creatures that I think I’ve drawn draw me.


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