Darkness surrounds the question
I ask my drowsy owl:
In which old year did laughter die?
I listen to a forest clock of crickets,
Watch opposite windows between branches
Divide and redouble the moon.
My blinking owl
My bleak austerity
Hoots across the silence.
I ask my drowsy owl:
In which old year did laughter die?
I listen to a forest clock of crickets,
Watch opposite windows between branches
Divide and redouble the moon.
My blinking owl
My bleak austerity
Hoots across the silence.
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