with slinky smiles of self deception
will hate me beyond
for when cognition
the cat atrophies
and the sadness beyond human understanding
strange are the ways of strangers
strange are the ways of friends
stranger this world than strange
always this eternal change
aristotle; o friend, there are no friends!
one day, you who look at me now
and feel feel so much
may forget to feel.
may never remember
may never resurrect
may never recollect
but one day we
pebbles by the shore
though now we do so no more.
so now you smile your smiles of slinky self-deception
and i think;
the cat atrophies.