What’s happening now?
I wish I could answer,
Everything of value seems to drift before me
Like the pieces of a shipwreck in the dark.
Sometimes I wake in the early morning
And meet the cat enroute to the toilet
He looks at me as if to say
‘All this torture and nobody Is spared.’
He has not been the same since
We bought him the collar with the bell,
Now even the blindest mouse
Can evade him in the dark,
We’ve robbed him of his great skill for death
It’s residue lives like a fever in his skin.
When I come crawling to find you in the night
It is because you’re the only living thing
That’s yet to desert me.
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