The cats are shrieking.
They are inspired by the goddesses
who live up in the sky
and mold clay with their skillful artisan hands.
They make cats and humans and love and probably pain and they don’t make
The cats are shrieking because they smell burning hair.
The clay is melting and the goddesses do not approve of that.
I am fire now and the cats do not approve of that.
I am my own maker.

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