There is a Beast within.
(I feel it....)
Slaver-jawed, scrabbling
It stares flat-eyed upon its pewter world,
snarling at colors that threaten.

In despair
I fear it....)
It seeks short after-image refuge
To work upon its binding cords.
...slowly
...gnawing
Until, in fierce and vicious joy its freed,
...and I,
Condemned to shiver and laugh
Alone.