menagerie
full-up with
possibility
Possum play
drama queen . . .be
still
be
hold
I want to be
the finder of the owl.
The finder of the owl
through camouflage of doubt
Uncowed by chaos
You know who
The cows come home to chew
Under the rooster
and big, warm moon
Like a runaway plate
Oh, cozy self-hate!
I want to fly into the dark
And see each tiny movement of your heart
I want to be
the finder of the owl.
The finder of the owl
through camouflage of doubt
Uncowed by chaos
You know who
okay, us.
Oh, chaos.
The finder of the owl
when my spirit sings out loud
Uncowed by chaos
You know woo woo woo
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