The Nature Of The Beast   Specter, image, dream or self, or all at once; this bogy man, this possessor of inside information is governed by a secret nature so speculation on my fall is real but goes unsaid.   Whenever coherent sentiment changes course, whenever I am overcome by fear; the mother wit of meaning explains this hairy brute goes anywhere he wants to.   So now, another, a sort of comparable but separate soul from time to time links up with me to multiply my fears and make me his.   Although I have a fear of fighting, I suspect his hairy self might be no equal match. Revealing secrets when speaking out will get me close and that is why I will take him seriously, straight on.

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