owner, on the drunken windowsill, there was
only a retreating cloud under the moon,
two cars in a midnight dream
drove into the road of light, leaving two eyes
in a trance Locked in another year's eye sockets
Four cats arrive, and the sleeping dog is swept away
Everything grows in a mirror too dusty
The flesh that steals love, in the silent peeps,
makes precise scratching noises, and
with every Breath can feel it
Death grows in the black collapse
The moment of decay is on the woman's bed
All think of the horseshoe galloping by
Here we come and go, hands up
Every one has a boat to the future Tickets
The woman who hurried the crowd, at the last moment
to find her eyes from the body of a dead lover
On the long dark road, the voice never stops
When one walks so far in sickness It is
like a child who can sleep in fear
until Wake up in the morning with a cat scratching him
There is a man standing far behind the door The
cat sees it, but the child doesn't notice
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