Cats chewing plastic in boxes

Watch for the pattern in the negative space in our records
Blank dates break disconnected timelines
If you chew enough sharp silence
It's not so much that the silence cracks back
As it is that silence demands answers with a look
And you fear its disappointment with your answers

Our silences are blanket on your answers
If only there were something in the records
If all you give us to do is look
It isn't that you're calculating timelines
As that you're playing them around again and back
To be sure you can explain them to the silence

In our missing time we miss the crunching silence
We'd welcome you if you had any answers
If we look at you we hope you can look back
It wasn't your job to weigh our fading records
But you hold all our porous timelines
And will decay possibilities when you look

We yowl. We shrink. We beg for your look
In our boxes, under our blades, in silence
if you must take your pick of endless timelines
It's not our fault you cannot give us any answers
But your scattering and shed ungathered records
To look at us is welcome to look back

How did we find each blade against each back?
When did we turn our heads to know to look
If you'd paid due respect to the tingling in our records
It's less that you'd have more to add than silence
As maybe you'd be surer in your answers
And finally make a shortlist of the timelines

It sickens us to haunt so many timelines
Reflections looking out and looking back
If you feel we demand too many answers
It's more we see the terror in your looks
Than that we expect more from you than silence
After all, we can always check your records.

rewritten: On Schrodinger's Cats (2)