Easy

Body language should insinuate –

unlock the gate – invite its volumes

and intentions ordinately to inhabit

what is granted in its gift of space –

permits it to pursue its covert aims –

become inordinately drawn to games

of nuance, whim, suggestion: wavering

between the dream of fact, and fact,

with all the shy ungainly grace

of something that’s not been here long.

Let every limb sing its inimitable hymn:

collectively lift up a song to all

that stirred and stirs, will stir itself  

to promulgate this grand infinity

of word and flesh and death and birth:

then itemize exactly what it’s worth.

How to effect all that?

Easy. Watch a cat.

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