The mind is an opaque box:
Within is the cat,
Without is the lock.
A passer-by may blab and talk,
And merry on with no response
From mulling feline so ensconced.
If so inclined by empathy,
This speaker may end willingly
His diatribe and turn the key
To his companion's unknown state,
And for response attend and wait.
Within the walls the wild gears
Of clanging thoughts will disappear.
The hatch will swing and open up,
Coalescence renders clear,
The cat half live and half corrupt
Turns out to be a pretty pup!
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