some other draft never published until now

words, they become
ways to describe
pure delusion only
this and now

lost in the blacks
of my cats eyes
makes me want to
use a metaphor
that goes something like
i'm the blacks of your eyes
staring back at you
as you look into your reflection
yet, without meaning
taking in all form
which is all empty
and all emptiness
which is all form

meow.