I came across this poem I haven't read in years and found myself loving it once again. Figured I'd post it up here for the sake of nothing but spreading it around some..
in other words
by charles bukowski
the Egyptians loved the cat
were entomed with it
instead of with the women
and never with the dog
but now
here
good people with
good eyes
are very few
yet fine cats
with great style
lounge about
in the alleys of
the universe.
about
our argument tonight
whatever it was
about
and
no matter how unhappy
it made us
feel
remember that
there is a
cat
somewhere
adjusting to the
space of itself
with a delightful
grace
in other words
magic persists
without us
no matter what
we may try to do
to spoil it.
On a Variety of Topics 
You were mistaken, it is obvious.
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in other words
magic persists
without us
no matter what
we may try to do
to spoil it.
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It’s a nice line all right 🙂
I also love “adjusting to the space of itself with a delightful grace”.
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