that’s where it’s put it is a gift
we bring to the great mother
like the mouse the cat drops at your feet
she remembers the sacrifice this entails
and sees what you prize most
you gladly surrender to her
love begins with this kind of homage
but kitty I don’t love the mouse
as you do except as self-knowledge
I would rather you brought me
something I value more than myself
if I could only think of what that was
o yes it’s you and life itself
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