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2.6.19, far western Tokyo suburbs: Look at this little guy, reminding traffic of pedestrians http://bit.ly/2YXGarW
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Jun. 13th, 2019
Maria Takolander - Ragdoll Cat
Jun. 13th, 2019 03:00 pmThis is a mausoleum of the sleeping.
On the plump quilt the cat is a stole,
flatter than might be expected.
Silence barely fills out its fur.
Bones are most unlikely.
If dreams haunt the faint rise of its downy head,
time does not know about them.
The room is still as dust,
that shroud of skin cells and micrometeorites
secreted on the boards under the bed.
Each piece of furniture pretends to stasis.
Yet the earth is turning,
yearning for the explosions of the sun.
Very soon history will return here for everyone.
There is nothing that can be done about it.
Perhaps the cat will open its eyes, brain afire,
and insert itself into the Egyptian night
just to kill something.
One of those wretched and panicked species:
mice, rabbits, crickets, moths.
Or perhaps it will continue its indifferent sleep,
emptying even the stars of their meanings,
disquieting us into worship.
Meanjin Winter 2018
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On the plump quilt the cat is a stole,
flatter than might be expected.
Silence barely fills out its fur.
Bones are most unlikely.
If dreams haunt the faint rise of its downy head,
time does not know about them.
The room is still as dust,
that shroud of skin cells and micrometeorites
secreted on the boards under the bed.
Each piece of furniture pretends to stasis.
Yet the earth is turning,
yearning for the explosions of the sun.
Very soon history will return here for everyone.
There is nothing that can be done about it.
Perhaps the cat will open its eyes, brain afire,
and insert itself into the Egyptian night
just to kill something.
One of those wretched and panicked species:
mice, rabbits, crickets, moths.
Or perhaps it will continue its indifferent sleep,
emptying even the stars of their meanings,
disquieting us into worship.
Meanjin Winter 2018
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