• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 11
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Building A Home

Now, I love that one eye
keeping surveillance on what
we do, the eye that is cautious
in movement, but there is a slyness
what do you suspect? we the brutish
might attack you, your movement
of grace, leaves us asking what is
the interface
man, animal, mammal,
horse dog, you sleek fiend
you are neither roguish
nor boorish.
I will build a home
for you, beloved.