Eurydice

(another song for a small cat)

all of the angles
and all of the corners
they never seem to meet

here I’ve built for you
a palace
I’ve laid it at your feet

inverted landscapes
I glance but forget
radio chatter
all cryptic but yet

a familiar figure
guides me through the mirror
a cold sullen breeze
bids me “make for the river”

but desert and barren
is all that I see
all of your neighbours are dead

judged for appearing where I don’t belong
they bring you back but instead

all of the angles
and all of the corners
were never meant to meet

here I’d built for you
a palace
and laid it at your feet

but mortal planes
and balustrades
will never satisfy a risen soul

so again through the leaves I gaze
this obstructed view of a mythical home