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Beat

The cat is angry
that I will not stay
and play
on the floor
cuddle him
watch TV
rest
from all my typing
yet
when I do
he waits
until I am asleep
then takes
his leave
and laughs
having distracted me
from my work
of decoding the strange
beatific visions
of the crazy ones
who now are songs
that sing at night
on the sunken roads
of the American dance card.

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