There is a cat in my lap and your voice in my ear. The cat, she mrrs, half purr, half meow. She voices what I cannot. How can I explain my need to you? This connection devoid of time and space. Your heart rides your throat, explodes out in song. Mine's in words buried beneath an ancient avalanche. And yet I can feel you tease it out with each annunciated vowel and consonant. Like the cat demanding my attention you slipped in, some wild stray of the great Universal sound, more magical to me than the man on the moon.
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