Illative

Can’t stop yourself, can you,
Coming to conclusions,
Always more conclusions,

Inferences from them,
Thus further conclusions?
That’s alright. Never mind.

Contentment in the cat,
Like a stable climate
For a modest planet,

Is circulatory,
The spinning orbit
Being the most stable

Configuration known
In this cosmos. Too bad
It won’t last. Savor it

While it does, while it dies,
The quiet Holocene,
The ruminative age

Of contentment in cats,
Of regular seasons
From which inferences

About eternities
Were regularly drawn.
You never could stop it,

Never could stop yourself,
But neither can you harm
Or hurt the universe.