where it mirrors and blurs in its reversal
dries
it would not have expected that

makes icicles in the eye of the pen

like morse-tapping paws
it swipes off into bent-away space

a total lack of instruments

no backing up and breakthrough
neither exhaust nor clouds
of vapour nor wisps

it just can't do it!

What is your position on affirmation
of cats' games and bunkers, on the mixing of drinks per glass?

Everything a constellation
of probable light and bad luck

but illustrating the chronology of ending with sitcoms -
only G. could think of that