And Gojira falls back to sleep
while looking into my eyes;
I see one pinprick point of light
reflected, disappear as Gojira
purr-sighs. What a strange death
this life is. What love engulfs
these desolate islands of ego
and housecat. And in two days,
I will be homeless and Gojira
never seen again. I surmise
he will be heartbroken; as I.
And in his feline mind expanded,
Goji-goji-goji is who I am--
What's in a name? Understanding.