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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