Cut short all rantings, and post-mortem constructions,
Those encapsulate the Living,
They stifle Life and let you walk around, eventually,
Carrying in your arms,
a dead cat.
Cut short all rantings, and post-mortem constructions,
Those encapsulate the Living,
They stifle Life and let you walk around, eventually,
Carrying in your arms,
a dead cat.
Notes & Silence 
The cat is only dead if it is observed so to be, Mr Schrodinger…
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