A Distorted Life

A pot of water is boiling on the stove,
A green leaf soaked in it.
Have you ever felt the heat of boiling water?
The leaf shrinks into something without a name.
It feels like satans touch or God’s wrath
What’s the difference anyway?
When you look in the bubbles formed by a hundred Celsius
Then the world seems different
Things expand and shrink at the same time,
Words exist and don’t exist in the same rhyme.
A dog left astray, a species domesticated.
Houses of words and parliaments of sentences.
The heat and the powerless utensils
The leaf leaves a smell,
Like a cat with a bell.
You can find your way back to it,
But you can never see what was never there.