a transparent cat pawing at the windowpane —
the elusive balance of sheer dissonance
resounding in cavernous recesses.
the cat clawing at a glass mouse;
a danse macabre in
my menagerie of beasts.
the blood’s as lucid as
the thoughts
that spill out
on the spur of the moment —
unhampered, undetected —
tearing at the heart
that once nurtured
them to be safe from
harm
08/10/01