Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

Nebulas bloom, collide and comets
around the checker board like a
bratty little brother on his new bike
snail trails of ice in his wake

Ancient cosmic afterbirth floats helplessly on it's own inertia waiting for the next bullying
gas giant to it
towards it's destination and
I sit in a Thai
basking in the curry, over the
of the dawn

I need to arm like a rodent
on the food chain readying itself
for the next attack all sides

The voice inside the box is certain that if I get he has my armor will be complete, my hole will be filled, and the bombardment will cease

"This sweater does this, that gadget those,
and this magazine will address the most aspects of my dot, dot, dot, com" and I believe him!
I want to but I do!

I am a little kitten in a big, shit filled litter box and I share this facility a billion other fiercely independent felines who want badly to arm themselves too against the burdens of uncertainty and keep their paws clean in the meantime! meantime, meantime, meantime...
Yet the more I dig, the I consume, the more I unfold, the less protected I feel

I am the on the hair of a son of an electron swimming around the nucleus of a cell inside the sperm of a killer bee and my purpose is as nebulous as why we've been bestowed with the capacity to give a shit