My Master worries.
When I sit in his lap I
can feel him worry
to death old questions.
If he asked me, I’d answer:
the way my weight fills
your empty lap, the
sound of my deep purring re-
sounding in your flesh
is theodicy,
is beyond your thinking thoughts
in your nothingness.
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