i switch the light bulbs on & off
keeping in mind the feline
polaroid blink
once in a while, with due corridors
of the outstretched arm guiding
in the dark a singled out touch,
i too seminal a feline of my own thinking
digressed in human skin scaling above
the fortitude of all recipients welcome
to divergence via their will not thinking,
i too blind purposively touching labyrinths
of expected and known walls with only
their cognition the stated winding path:
thus into feline poured i the highest beckoning
of life as not willed, but, repeated:
and i too death acclaim most welcome
without a bountiful revision of life, as of now,
happily received prior death for care of  
due explanation of life per se.