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Owl Of Winter
O, to just be an idea
inside your stranger head.
Laboring to connect
nuerons to nuerons
and fight for you
against the forces
of your atoms
and mine with
infinite pigment
that repel one
another.
To suit your
dreams for you
and administer magic
to your hurt
when you're sleeping,
and dreaming awake.
The onslaught of
your unprecedented
attention has a
diction all it's
own, just the captivity
gets me high.
inside your stranger head.
Laboring to connect
nuerons to nuerons
and fight for you
against the forces
of your atoms
and mine with
infinite pigment
that repel one
another.
To suit your
dreams for you
and administer magic
to your hurt
when you're sleeping,
and dreaming awake.
The onslaught of
your unprecedented
attention has a
diction all it's
own, just the captivity
gets me high.
Published 17th Sep 2012
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18th Sep 2012 5:21am
This had a very lyrical sort of sing-song flow to me. The scientific imagery of the first verse contrasted, but still compared well, with the more metaphysical word choice in the second verse.
