dishevelled hair
unkempt beard
he stood under the tree
away from his herd
he gave a weary yawn
like a frog
snapping open and shut its mouth
without the prey in
he looked a bundle of lost chance
to the point
living seemed a voidful horror
I carried him in my mind
carry him in my mirror
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