The universe is a cat’s eye,
The swimming blackness pulling you in
Until the locked gaze thrusts everything out.
The bookshelves, the wrinkled carpet,
Your slick, wet hair,
And only those enormous yellow eyes,
Vast black holes in their centers,
Remain to prickle the edges of
Your mind’s empty toy bin.

Galaxies and stars,
The celestial abundant,
Dance as you fall into those eyes,
Those omniscient eyes that tease,
The perfect poker face wrenching your thoughts
And sparking your heart like lightning striking trees.

Keep falling forward,
The gravity swelling and swirling,
So the maelstrom twirls you and
Gales whisper in your ears.
Then there’s a sharp crack,
And the smell of your hair comes again.
Bookshelves appear, wrinkled carpet,
The stairs she sat on are empty,
And your moment of sight,
Lasting as long as the tiniest hourglass,
Is dragged from your mind’s eye,
Forced to remain a prisoner of the depths,
Those devious, mysterious gemstone depths,
Of a cat’s eye.