The Kitten Slung encased in outworn net, the kitten squirms, bewildered yet. Dusty mirror could make it see the shape it was condemned to be. He drops it to the sea. The surface changes to above. This is a callous kind of love.
Lungs glow and heart breaks.
The kitten dreams of birds and snakes. My life must be an open grid upon which I wander, ego and id. Grad school was a rocky trip. Chess has made my brain more hip. Still too banal is my Heaven.