the boy walks into the museum, high culture cleanses
imaginary excesses of epic nights past
war epics on canvases blinding, History aplenty
the humble, cumbersome creature closer to the boy’s heart
a desolation suddenly mirrored.

the night before a vertigo of longing in red, unresolved
this morning a greyish bear hardly sketched, a residue,
of days yet to come, he hunches
the days of now a pattern, a prophesy, the boy is now home
the home he never left


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