Uneven Bristled Crag
Whose face this,
what reflected unsteady mask?
Who do you see
and from what parts
of you and I is he constructed?
How soft the collaged face,
like the new flesh
beneath a shedding carapace.
Not this uneven bristled crag
with the eyes of a boy,
that considers each fault
each patch of grey scrub with wonder,
so newly happy with his lot,
while the extractor hums
and silverfish scatter
in the light
like the details of dreams.
apophenia inc. 
