for Nicole
this life Caesar
that life Antony
no life Brutus
even air will sleep
ceiling cracks
dust misting desk
translucence i am
like a cat by
last year gold
this year green
next year gray
wake then sleep
street cars cut
into dream cake
with purrs i am
like a cat by
tomorrow walks
today is lain
yesterday knelt
and fell asleep
the girl makes
noise be delicate
sensing i feel
like a cat by
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