The cat is here to stay today, yessir;
that day has come when we will rise against;
this dawn is full of mindful hearts that purr
into the void of skies and dreams unfenced:
Now that the exercise is complete I'll
wind around the bends and contours of this
form and see where it takes me, all the while,
boppin' to the vibrant beat of this kiss:
What are the rules here? I ask myself, cold
in this solsticed evening, intersticial,
among, between worlds gashed at, bought and sold,
wherein the border is wide like the chill:
Since, you know, weather is always a sign
of the world's wanderings and dreams divine.