When the owl blinks
I’ll give the signal
No one will be watching
It’s a blind flash
The whole forest
Of alpine
Will fall asleep
Together and think of nothing
While we wake up
While we let our eyes readjust
To black
You probably weren’t there
You were gazing with the ground
Seeking out a thought
That ended up all wrong
But I saw the whole thing
Unravel from my bed
I wish I had caught it in a jar
Before it was dead
Great white silence
Yelling back in hollow waves
Shattering against the hooves
Of things running far away
It’s not useless, of course
The corpse has a key inside
Its throat
waiting to sing out
But won’t
Until you give the word again
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