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Two animals go for a walk
Outside.
One a beast,
One Me.
Me, I peruse around
The dry leaves and the cold
Wandering,
Wondering,
Dreaming,
Despairing.
--I hear a rustle
And turn to see
Two opaque onyx orbs facing
Me,
With a surrounding head
Slightly a-tilt.
"Go potty Angel;"
Her white coat the only allowance
For such a name.

I return to my depths;
A bottomless question with only walls
To know.
A Blank knowing a blank,
Standing amidst trees with bark
That is the gray skin of
An enveloping lid,
Closed;
They sway,
As if old men rocking asleep,
Dreaming of the good ol' times.

I look beyond their tops
To a smothered sky
Of gray quilt clouds.

I simply feel like a pit,
A crater
Born and constantly tortured by
The knowledge of
Greater.

The business done,
I move my walls
Back within
The walls, and continue.