Where Doust Thou Feline Lie?
By sidewinder
Where doust thou feline Lie? On old couches buried in the livingroom dust, Fancied by fantasies of jungles only met in lost civilizations, White hot intensity around every corner, A new world every day through the tall grasses and abandoned car graveyards, In a mind so filled with wonder, Twirled time seemed to pass without notice, Not cared about, No inhibitions, No limits, Every piece of dust... prey, Every cardboard box... a castle, Every breath taken... better than the last, Where in one instant... everything that is thrust upon you... is as inconsequential as playing in the sand. July 9, 2000 By: B.E. Whitehorn & Allan Perry Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jun 30 2002 07:52 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn contemporary
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"Where doust thou feline Lie?..."