I wonder what cats think
a window is,
feline barrier
of the mind.
I wonder at the impermanence
of moon shadows,
alight in the sun
dawn gray misfit.
I work the souls
of the mystery kind,
blood clay basics
hardened.
I fear that time
is a construct of control,
metaphorically
dried river bed.
I descend into
electric ether,
the moss fed
obliteration.