In the night
something listless flies
from the shoulder of the goddess:
pilgrim heart, it wants to find
the hollow from which it first was
taken: wants to know what ticks
beneath the marbled shoulder
of the goddess, listless
even in composure,
in the night.


In response to Via Negativa: Owl.

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