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brotherbeast     strange you might seem
at certain hours    your skull's pottery
sloping over the wheel

smooth may your padded feet be from
pacing the kitchen boards     that worn
space where living creatures feed

scrapes your hollows    a creature-
fear splits your focus
blinks you into a crouching shape

red-eyed birds thread themselves
needleclawed     your frame
& tapestry left pale & bowed