dawn

A little time with a Cat,

It fixes all that.

Misery screams and memory beings,

Conflated confections carrying callous characteristics.

Passing down.

Hand me down.

Yesterday gives a stone and you’re required to carry it. A glance down and you see..

Oh my, oh me,

It is not mineral.

It is “seed”.

So you’ve been carrying something alive, and it’s got its own gravity.

And you didn’t realize, it can pull you this way and that..

So you get tangled up, and the seed grows roots and tries to latch you to the ground, to stop the clock, to impede progress, and you might take a moment to just rest.

You might look up at the Moon and think

“Just a few minutes, I’ll just rest my eyes for a few minutes”

Then something brushes by your calf, and you feel a familiar tactile sensation…you make simple and pure eye contact with it, then the root recoils.

A spark is made when you lock eyes with the celestial, no evil can stand in its presence.

The chains around your neck begin to scream, and they release you…and it’s just you and the animal..

You’re not a man.

And this isn’t a cat.

You are a soul, you are stellar and surviving many of these trips.

You are merely a little ball of light, with shifting colors.

And the animal isn’t a cat.

It’s a different type of light, and it’s shifting and carrying colors that you don’t have access to.

Sent.

Sent out into the waves, drifting amongst the stars.

Here to save ones like you, but only if you’re looking.

And as you embrace, as the purr rattles against your eternal collarbone,as you feel and notice every strand of soft fur…

There’s light here.

And that seed has no power.

And you’re forced to carry it, you know it’ll be back,, but that doesn’t matter.

Because you looked at the Moon in desperation.

And you were hurting.

(And now you’re not)

And it’s a gift.

(you can’t kill me)

Likewise, friend.

They can’t kill us.