The cat was lifeless by the road.
It's essence was left in mid air
when it's trajectory was intercepted.
All it's plans and purposes ended.
Stolen by the passing moment
Our intercepted trajectories disturb
the air, patterns diffusing quickly to leave
any questions we raised lying
by unmapped roads with no end in sight.
Tony Noon
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