I sound the spaces you
have made black
blip that shoots from no
where now here across
your scope and so
you throw
noise off me ego echo
it will not come back
true is caught is spoken
by the other of you
some
times I let myself
say it lie in
your lap
but voice tossed
like toys beyond
my head holds
no nip
and I let it slip
from my claws
you offer these words
now a half-
open door my paw
can follow my stare through
or –