冰猫侦探社

Out a verse is yawned, Now a calmer eye might shut.  Of nothing is life;  Thus about something  It must be! 

Idea, stronger than a seed- Nothing to do about it- Discarded, chafes back By the sleight of a dandelion;  Buried, shades its grave Perverting thousand eyes  To the cool play.  Mind, perverser than a wobbly tray- Nothing to do with it- A tug makes it tumble; And a lift sends it flying! 

When in love Do as lovers do. Liver, or heart  Spare no part!  Touch the sheets. Touch the skin. All enclosed  In a sense of kith.  Where selves cede  Bonds throng. Where cores bare, Shimmering feels keen. 

Come thither, Follow the hand. Can it see,  Your harried face? To the chamber Now you inch. Stone or gas? Make a guess! Noose that cannot be  But for the funny-faced. Short tongues shan’t be Bothered with the final itch. Every drudge has now its place.  Quick make a wish! If the next must be near, Would it’d never be this! 

Finally, the last line went up in the air; distraction to puffs,   palling. Read runes of Stained fingers, Cat’s sideeye, Rippling geography on the marble; Nothing betrayed. In the cold demitass, Geometries Laid out The driving from the Divine. Sped   May it be. Sped, sped, sped!