So damn familiar
Most of the time,
I don't even know you are here.
My life,
My portion of eternity,
A little shiver,
As if the chill of the grave
Is already
Catching up with me—
No matter.
Descartes smelled
Witches burning
While he sat thinking
Of a truth so obvious
We keep failing to see it.
I never knew it either
Till today.
When I heard a bird shriek:
The cat is coming,
And I felt myself tremble.