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Into
from Creation Myth [#29]

You are sunk
Your hair grease-sagged
eyes panda-popped
undying devotion
to the brown-crust nails

What are you?
child man void?
Drunk on deception
there - zero is all.

We clamber into adulthood
knuckle-scuffed but you
pristine but for the stains of
indolent refrain
find a soft spot
paw an alcove
retreat and reframe.

- Simon Huggins, 13th September 2002