We suppose that
nothing beyond
this cat is and
that, trough a glass,
she asks herself,
not, of course,
seeking for us, but
the traces of her claws.
We suppose that
there is no thing or else,
and that
her purring,
like a mirror,
reprieves us because
we’re just a W,
just double look –
postponement for an I.
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