Oblivion

He said to the Ocelot,

Give me my blonde, pounding heart,

and the Ocelot came down from the treetops.

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A slow, wet cat,

you climb stone fences, climb

bleachers you

crooked feet.

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Follow me

into the stuttering penumbra of the eclipse,

he said to the Ocelot,

follow me

with your blonde, pounding heart.

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Your arms are made for prince things,

said the Ocelot, there’s nothing here for you.