As a child, he liked to climb into empty tires,
press his face to concrete walls,
staring up through narrow cracks.
Speech was difficult,
like breathing through a haze of words,
tangled and tilted towards starry sky.
As a man, immersed inside his body of work,
he keeps flitting to far-off corners
of his own skin.
Digging deep into the crevice inside him,
swapping out parts of himself.
The link between skin and form
Hidden among so many characters
he can't be found,
he walks with trees and books
that hold his fragile secrets.
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