Owl.
i
In the corners where time shrinks
its place above the rafters of the greenhouse in silence when the leaves darken
the transparent roof skylight to life again, his curse.
The circular eyebrows bristles at everything
approaching the grain down and detailed, this collector frenzy.
dice are already cast for the unwary.
Only they were given the certainty of death without notice
while gathering necessary for survival
will claw the air or ground
at rest or in the intensity subsides
when waking in
in blindness.
ii
Other things will come after you mutinied
the morning of collection you expect will happen
the flight of the owl guard your whistles.
stands
dear friend there in the ephemeral mud, I assure you
water returned to the dead
you and I will give them burial.
mgth.
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