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THE CLOCKWISE CAT
by ALISON ROSS
The clockwise cat
is wise to clocks.
She knows their motive:
to tame the savage animal of time.
The clockwise cat
hisses at the clock-cages;
her fangs gnaw the numbers
and her claws rip holes
in the frayed fabric of space.
The clockwise cat
moves in counter-clockwise cadences
across the hardwood floors of infinity.
She stalks illusions of impermanence
which flit like shadows
across the paint-chipped walls in her mind.
The clockwise cat
tells time with her eyes:
they blaze like candle flames
in the dim closets of oblivion.
The clockwise cat
sleeps 16 days an hour.
She dreams about the minutes
she will devour like bugs;
she awakens to seconds
poisoned like rats.
The clockwise cat
is wise to clocks.
She knows their motive:
to tame the savage animal of time.
The clockwise cat
hisses at the clock-cages;
her fangs gnaw the numbers
and her claws rip holes
in the frayed fabric of space.
The clockwise cat
moves in counter-clockwise cadences
across the hardwood floors of infinity.
She stalks illusions of impermanence
which flit like shadows
across the paint-chipped walls in her mind.
The clockwise cat
tells time with her eyes:
they blaze like candle flames
in the dim closets of oblivion.
The clockwise cat
sleeps 16 days an hour.
She dreams about the minutes
she will devour like bugs;
she awakens to seconds
poisoned like rats.