The Cat & the Elevator

It’s all planned out.

The dice were thrown

and rethrown

until the most favorable

circumstances

were seen

and written down

in my book of

life to be.

.

Each piece

is put in piles

of same-color and same-picture.

My eggs are distributed

across many baskets.

Game set…

I will soon match

my reality

with my plan.

.

I enter

the elevator,

this is my chance.

I open my mouth

and a finger

is put to my lips.

.

~

.

A giant cat rises

within me

.

An alabaster moon

hits at its back.

Telling it to back off.

The light pains it.

it wants to rend,

it wants to tear.

.

But the moon

makes it all too visible

to the whole audience.

.

~

.

I’m being stopped.

My idea is being

written off.

All my backers

have vanished

into the moon’s mist.

.

But I’m stuck,

I can’t lash out here.

I have no golden hour.

The project has failed

and alas,

I must retire.

.

~

.

The cat

shrinks.

.

The cat

runs like a shot.

.

The cat hides

under a box

with glowing eyes

.

waiting

.

waiting

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