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she surges my emotions with the power of her voice the mix of overtones and intonation somehow rings my heart like crystal rush of emotion with no name no common reference I share joy and sorrow and life and death the face of god that falls away like a dream

old man insomnia wakes me in my dreams fantastic weaves of themes and objects and people seen in the corner of my eye as they flee last night was something new a beautiful poem written in strange symbols but heard and understood lost now evaporated like them all leaving a strange longing for the words and the image probably the beauty was just another weave of emotion and meaning that could not stand the light of day keeping the ship together in the storms abounding faith that I could make it if we worked to keep the ship alive

now there are two George The Cat is gone the mercy of euthanasia seen to exist his misery so great, his energy so low, this alert and reclusive cat unmoving as the vet sent him across the Styx He was Budda's son our pick of the litter for siring red cats precious because of how much I loved his father precious because he came with a sister precious for the joyous energy kittens bring he had a long life seeing the unreasonable mob we had acquired slowly evaporate who can remember them all now now that our minds leak daily precious moments falling to the ground and gone he would come to me in the darkness as I sat in my chair at 2 AM suffering some indigestion or sleepless insomnia watching he lights of the cars play on the windows wondering who they were and where they were going and there was my cat making the big jump up settling into my lap sucking in the petting and scratching with that deep pleasure i always envied and I would sing to him George, George the Cat, George