Night, 04:34

The cat lies there,

Wrapped up like a seashell,

Served with scallions and fish sauce,

A dash of soy to perfection.
Focus closer; see it?

A fleeting gaze into that which we are,  

Dust so dense, diffuse in its scarcity —

Profound only in its absence;

Billions of years hurtling toward a world 

Wanting only a voice to name it home.

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~ by Benji on 3 October 2017.

One Response to “Night, 04:34”

  1. Benji. A seashell cat, I love. I am not sure about the food part though, because one cannot eat a seashell (or maybe the inside of it). I love the last four lines – makes me think of the Universe of which we are a part. Stardust?

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