Relatives with Latin names
faces of hide and plume
hands of leather and horn
eyes like glass
you can see through
to the depth of evolution
where the simple feelings live
fear and longing
old and dark shadows
Your gaze
comes back from there
changed by the journey
strange
it looks at you as if
you had no part in it now
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