the cat sleeps
spread-eagle
on the carpet,
near the fireplace
monotony
has crept inside
my life filling
it with papers
and i turned the
pages like prayer mills
with mindful repetition
and the forgetting
of me, this way
i feel pleasure
observing the slow
variation of speed
and time disappears.
now i sit here
not caring who i am.
why should i?
would my cat?
he snores.
i go to bed.
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