The silent darkness

With the moonlight overhead

And the owl calling in the distance

This should be peaceful instead I’m thinking about

Brown foxes and lazy dogs.

Why the foxes are brown if the dog is just tired it’s just a sentence that means nothing but letters.

I wanted to see if I could blow it up but I got stuck.

Too many letters not enough words.

Not enough words to fill in the silence when it raps in my ringing ears

The sound of the fridge

The sound of the air

The sound of the owl

The sound of electricity

I hop and skip and jump until I’ve heard too much and then I drop back down again

Cars on the road drown out the owl

Like dropping a wavelength like standing on a band of colour

Purple

If I ever have to remind you purple

Tiptoe out of line and it’s red like the blood and blue like the blood.

Purple

Like the blood.

I really hate the sight of it.

Far away stars shining in the night with the light eons older than I am so much older than I am

I’m old

And invisible and make-believe.

But the stars are visible.

And the moon is shining and I’m supposed to be loving so I suppose that could mean

I sleep now

But that does mean tomorrow will come.

To the owl

To connect would mean everything

Does that mean anything?

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