For half an hour already
Mimi is purring in my lap
on the toilet
where I am stroking her
because of the lightning
No fear for her
I am a good person
I know that myself
my side is the right side
of the line under the door
the blue light
of the bolts
and the rumbling thunder
the sword of Michael
that separates evil
from good in a time
we all know
as our own time