She Spoke

Owl spoke
To me, last night. 
She gifted a word,
From her
Ancient language.
Misunderstanding,
Her intent,
I answered aloud,
Speaking
As an echo
The sound
Of the new word.
Owl spoke,
Again. 
I almost understood.
Almost.
I thanked
Grandmother Owl,
In English.
In silence,
She flew.
In darkness,
She flew.
Close to me,
She flew.
So close,
I saw her,
Against darkness. 
Then,
She was gone, 
In darkness. 
Grandmother
Spoke,
Once more,
Outside of time,
For me to remember,
The meaning. 
I will always
Know this word
In her language,
When again,
I hear her call.

The word 
She spoke is
Death. 
.
She Spoke
August 28, 2021
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ECHO

I am too 
Worn 
Out I blame 
Not my weary 
Small version of 
Existential 
Horror there is 
Only the endless 
The vastness of 
A universe 
Unrequited
My wailing song 
Of harmonics in 
Dissonant chords 
Is rippling forever 
Unheard
In nowhere 
Not music 
Accepting me 
Taking me
Beyond my puny 
Perceptions 
Still there is 
No echo 
.
ECHO
29June2021
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