Pointless exercise


I went downstairs in a bungalow

I went upstairs in a flat

I went outside my prison

I trod upon a cat.


The cat climbed up a tree

The tree grew tall from roots

The roots thrust in the earth

The earth gave up its ghosts.


The ghosts were spooking me

The roots had bound the earth

The tree had pierced the sky

Where was the cat?


It never came back.





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