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O owl 'neath the cornice cobwebs.
unknown

'Neath the fractals of the abandoned cornice,
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soft hums from springtime nocturne ring.
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An owl shuffles softly in pleasant slumber,
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uncaged– a vagabond, if so desires.
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Lest the grasp of mornings' tenacity clings apart from twilight,
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the roost shall banish unto bygone minutes.
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Keep the keen feline ears– shalt ye withstand hearkening,
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the croon of hooting will sound– crack even the howling of wind.
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Whither direction such chimes will lift and guide ye past:
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the colossi forest of the redwood,
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the sunken trenches of darkened seabed,
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the haven of clouds upon the vast landscapes?
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Far past all! Deep within dungeons of mentation,
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abundant of gold and rusting relics:
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a singing guitar held high by the wandering bard,
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for his tales of grand stature lie nowhere but here.
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But where– perhaps the surreptitious, forbidden lands?
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Say you, inexhaustibly. Whence was it ever secret?
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Though the fruitful mind lie silhouetted against the black sky,
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it shan't disappear within the night's guise.
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Light matters not– equable and silent, the owl need not akin fowl.
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With its roost afar from rambling sheep in enclosed pastures,
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the owl awake in nightfall to sing in harmony, past the day's sunlight,
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to gaze unto stars, to gaze upon the embracing infinity.
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7 Apr 08

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so beautiful:)
 — nisetru

yes it is .. will read through a few times to muse :)
 — Mongrol

needs a whittling here and there.. but just light touches...
 — Mongrol

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