This is just
The way of the world.

The question is
This seemingly unknown

Shadow |
             | against the wall
             |

A white cat
     and her blackenedface
Met once more
          for last sniffs
      To pass on alone.
                                    .
                    ­        Under
Lightning bolts -       .
                            Ground
                        ­            .
Shredded to pieces;
I saw them
                    briefly
and I coughed
    Once or twice
But it still wasn't right.
      
        This isn't a
Side         -         show
        It's            the
            last hole

To leave your shame in.

The soul departed
and m   ix e   d    in
With the earth's beautiful
colours. So fascinating the
        s m   e  l l.

Hell is no place
To speakthink about.
It exists only
For those who need it
To. . .

Dried minds are always welcome

and for that I say,
"Well done."

I'll just stay here and float
Down
                     -
                                 stream

With the other loving
Multi-coloured souls.