in the dust of passing time
will nothing thread
but cat-paw
a glitter-eye in dusk
sneaking softly
each dew-drop on the spider web
a crystal in the night
it's here we hide
your nightmare and your dream
a corner of your mind
this alley in between
where only cats will walk
Where have you gone, Noburu Wataya?
did the wind-up bird
forget to wind your spring?
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