There is an owl outside my window.
Moonlight shines from behind him.
I see myself in the mirror of the owl’s silhouette.
My soul is reflected, back into me.
Wisdom stares me in the face,
Yet it is beyond my ability to grasp,
And I can only see its outline.
I cannot see the feathers.
The wings do not spread.
It is still and I am still,
No motion except the downward spiral,
The track my life has taken me on.
I wait, I always only wait,
For the end, I am so anxious for the grand finale
Promise me there will be fireworks,
In between my neurons.
Let my brain light up the ultrasound,
Let my mind flood with chemical angels,
That soothe me,
That pull me into death with a kiss.
Wisdom, how it ends.
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