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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