Artist, lunatic and man of faith

They roam like cats in the night

In no need of another meal

but with eyes to see

and time on their hands.

 

They are restless and satisfied.

 

And not three, but one,

for each is inclined

to think he’s the other

vibrant, silky

cat.

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