For Old Blind Boy Kitty, my dear, departed, four-legged friend. Old Blind Boy Kitty is dead. Long live Old Blind Boy Kitty!
bindings
That time I was nothing
but loose ends, you
were the string
entwining me, binding me, sustaining
me, from threading
straight out of
my needle
Now you are frayed into strands
of goodbyes, unraveled
to nothing
but hints, without hope
and I question
even the meaning
of rope
– FW Rabey
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