Potential
hides behind closed doors
On
this outside is an ignorant peace
Believing
as you choose about conditions
Able
to bask in a hope the cat is alive
Knowing
that death is more certain
The
longer the door remains closed
I'm
in the chair in the hallway
A
good comfortable chair
Pleasant
music hums from ceiling speakers
The
temperature is cool and calming
The
Iridium filled request smolders
Hidden
by wood and coming from left field
I
never saw it until it began
The
list of questions so different
A
more serious calling of sincere import
My
face probably revealed the shock
I
had been preparing for anonymity
Now
forcibly propelled into the forefront
The
cat alive but different from the one that entered
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