sharp edges for correction
refine my vision and intention
kill the drama and pretension
seeking wisdom and redemption
black ball, a mirror into my soul
a journey through a time so bold
a piercing gaze from this potent stone
finds me restless in whatever home
nocturnal energies at midnight born
with the bats i hunt for stories told
in the space between stars, these wings unfold
to feed upon the dreams unsold
its so obvious, what i should do
its so obvious, what i shouldn't do
obsidian obliterating my senses coy
oblivious i am, to the intended ploy
obtaining medicine, of the dark eyed owl
i stare intensively, gently, compassion boundless
this is NOT what it seems
this is not what love is deemed
aesthetically serene
the blood always wipes unclean
the answers are clear
the signs and signals you can hear
the echoes tickle in your ear
the blinding sun drowns out your fear
trust the cradle of the cosmos
never, ever look back.
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