Poem Meets His Double

Murked in his t oo offennedness, inw
are only, if that, Poem
lingled lamefully intrue underestness.
The craternal just-audible billow of 
the near-sightedness of the rocCKks above him
had no e ff ect on him, nor
did the fiersh odors of the pre-skyed
grass, weeds and flowers more than blink a mome
nt or two into his nea rr owing,
colorle ss ingly.

Alorst something unslacked a small crease in his inwa
reness.  It had a howl's bulk at
first but soon got close en
ough for him to see it was too high-literate
and constrained along its spine
to be a howl or even a yaw
p, frictifyingly rough-edged though it was in spots.    

He muttered.  It was .cte ,ecnelis htiw pu thgil ot 
syawla gnilggurts eciov.  It was he.  
He muttered much more angrily when he 
noticed the absence of genitals.

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