Percy Puthwuth, philosopher king. Pacifist too: lifelong tally of birds and rodents nil. Media whore. My beamish boy. 
Little soul
   drooling boy
hot water bottle
tucked into your skin
   when you resurface
from sleep
two dark moons
   rise perfectly into
the eye-sized holes
in your fur.
{Sequence ends}
 
 
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