Honeyed Cat curls into a ball on the bed.
I stand sweetly over her and see exactly what Adolf Zeising saw everywhere in nature way back in the 1850’s.
The Golden Ratio.
Yes, I see the ancient spiral inside Honeyed Cat, I see it protecting her from mortality, permeating her, and speaking to me of harmony, of design, of a calculable pulse that is part of all things organic and inorganic.
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awww honey cat!!!
