I see you, Bear-face,
stuck in a 5” x 36” plank of wood,
Burned-Maple flames tracing the contours of
your hirsute face.
I see you
framed by a thousand other planks of wood, a million other variegated
Burned-Maple flames,
kith and kin,
a small community on my wood floor
each and every one staring right back at me,
Burned-Maple eyes
all glued to an object,
mystical,
but still only wood.
“Why do you look at the speck of
sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye”
I see you, Bear-face,
I see you staring at me.
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