u/Exciting_Bread419

The dog is yapping I hear his little manucured claws crying erratically on the floor

In the room slightly off center is a sprawling sculpture

Don’t ask me to describe it for I have never seen more than a glimpse

It will not change I will not move

From its off center space (how annoying it could not be built just and proper)

I have never looked at it

I know it’s pale and ordinary

Eyes burn a white heat and all I see of it is lost in the fire

I think ?

The dog can see

Is trying to tell

I am not deciphered

I am not unveiled

I am at the mercy of the yapping echoing

Am I : the sculpture the dog the crying ?

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