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is usually most comfortable with books.
He likes to climb around words,
up and down letters like a child
in a jungle-gym. He is familiar
with small things, and can tell you
if a spider has thumbs, and how many.

He wears glasses in his public
life to share in public visions, but
his real life is at home, at night, after
the wife and kids have gone to bed.
He folds his glasses away and draws
the world in around him like a shawl.

He will sit for hours, legs outstretched,
feet stuck in the fog around him,
and examine very closely the latest
detailed maps of the moon.
Outside, for all he knows, a caravan
of dinosaurs might be rolling on by.

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