the soul of my cat...

the soul of my cat
is in the room. I feel her clearly
in spite of the distance. Is it the cause
why I cannot sleep ? The wind
died. The disheveled balls of poems
fall down on all fours. They get milder.
She leaves me thinking that it’s me
that left her. I wrap myself in the tail
I hide my head under the wing.
The bell of the tower clock
comes nearer and nearer

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