Hoot Owl sleepsA Poem by kmartellbewilderment is a night word the souls' lift-off , the owl flashes, the moon
has a face
memory' captures the heart like that, an owl's talons sudden ripping.
dreams are memories without legs, nature is brutish at night and revelations come across a snowy field
it is how we find out who we are... for even bewilderment edifies.
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