Oily sphere spin round my skull,
the swollen eye I call my own.
Watching through the mirror-gaze-
t'wards Orion hand and mortal grave.
See I to the Mouse, that ofen plagued my homely stoop,
and he unlikely stood and laugh,
Such stubborn creature, Pride and aloof-
with silken flesh that easily slide in two.
And say he unto I,
Be I, the builder and creator,
the destruction-force of the 5 whole.
Fingers and Claws to call my own
this comfy Earth to make my hole.
Thus you must have summoned me,
Forth admiration hold-heavy must thee,
Such craftiness have I to step on the toes of you,
yet you flinch naught and naught pursue.
Rally I all beasts and nature,
Fellow creature and fellow maker,
yet power I bestow and thus rip back,
to cower round my iron-fast.
I doused my cigarette,and stood y'ond the three belt loop, as to remind the Mouse of my true size, and blessed be his life that I decide naught to step on his head. His existance is persitant and intriguing, much like that of the ant to a curious child. Or A mouse to Bastet.