“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Monday, June 26, 2017
Seeled Nightjars
The more I grow
the smaller I feel
alluding to the numbers,
volume made us feel safer
en masses
more than a speck or sparrow
excommunication
was what was said
by those who asked
the owl
in stead of the tree
Who
watched us scatter
the wait in seeds
while he preyed.
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