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I desire the owl’s focused clarity:

to coalesce into all my shadows,

bend between trees searching

for slight differences in the dark.

Instead the blur along my edges

deepens towards me like gravity

wells absorbing the surrounding light

as if through repeated hard erasures.

My dreams are sliced from beneath

our words, smudged through blue

arteries into my fat heart, until

emptiness fades through like light.

Dawn steals along night’s feathered

horizon, slowly imagining the  day.