MADRE SONO MUERTA'
( f o r t h e u n d i s c l o s e d )
Hanged by a Violin it went, around, the Wor(l)d; All's Spinnin'!
Hanged by a violin it was, the Wor(l)d, from the beginning,
and from the very start, it was, from beginning - hanged!
was the Wor(l)d, hanged by a violin, hanged by the very String.
All's Spinnin'!
??? Thus nothingness itself came about, to be - aware ???
!!! Not yet. Not now. Not then. Not here. Not there. Not anywhere !!!
Except for the feral cat, all mine as night belongs, as she did not but flinch
of her sharp claw, and clearly cut that very String, precisely, surgically, profanely,
and for its Sound, all hell-let-loose ( it felt, to me ) like: the sound of that very All!;
All's Spinnin'!
But for the very dark night feral cat,
but a small deed, nothing in between,
nor here nor anywhere, nor now nor anytime at All: All Spinnin'!
she mused and slightly hissed and waved her sneaky tail good night
thus turned around and left me, all alone in here and now;
while in her new embroidery and in her very new, infinite Hat:
Singin' Soul, a Life, new dawn - a lullaby: All's Spinnin'!
T ' MA ( RA! )
Verse 37: Jia Ren (家人) – The Family (The Clan)
<!-- of the stubborn night it is, my feral cat, half light, the other half tomorrow night, to'night. -->
The fire within, beneath the wind's embrace,Forges a bond, in this creative space.A primal family, from their passion born,Observed by eyes, of ancient, golden scorn.
// A small, intimate cluster of early, humanoid figures (the first "family" or clan) huddled around a flickering, central campfire (Pangu's contained fire). A gentle, nurturing wind (Nuwa's breath) sweeps around them, providing comfort. Just beyond the circle of light, partially concealed in the shadows, the feral cat sits, its golden eyes watching with a detached, almost disdainful wisdom, observing the nascent societal bonds forming.
T ' MA ( RA )
While she has been but a stubborn girl of the night, my feral cat, and did not come to speak a word with my expectant ear (nor left nor right) I must confess that the patience brought myself down to stubborn thinking, whether shall I pierce that ear or shall I just anticipate the piercing, but only if it is done by her feral stubborn fang. A stubborn feral can, when it finally finds its home, remains a stubborn feral cat. I ❤ that.
"From a relentless refusal to settle, Trma is a brand that gives stubbornness the credit it deserves."
~ just when I'm looking for a hoodie, a hoodie becomes a stubborn brand with all the attention it deserves.
❤ = a stubborn feral cat, when it finds its home 🙂
Quick was, but her answer, from the night itself she sent her revealing thoughts and her sweet love, best wishes for the day, thus lost in words, by the words and between her very serious legs.
"Reading between the words," she said, "is like reading between my legs ~ and you better learn it!" 🙂
( all this while he's a Merman she's a Mermaid.)
"Jeeeesuuuus!," she then murmured for long, not too loud and not too gentle: "Jeeesus! Jeesus is a transgender!"
( to be continued, murmuring out loud )