MY SON vii

My Son, 

Be an owl in the dark;

In the serenity of life,

Be careful and watchful.

Care not if you are weird…

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Just be an owl

And howl…

When it happen at night

Be the weird of sight

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Sigh every evil 

Sight every good

In broad daylight

Be your darkest darkness!

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Don’t be fooled but the fool

Allow foolishness to core you

Out of the fruity wisdom

Of your likeness

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Be weird of whom the mold

Called you

And wise of whom your thought

Thought of you…

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Be evoke with all awakening

And sensitive to all sensitivity

Be your core silence

In the quake of your volcano.

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You are never alone

You howl, your yous

Know where you are

They will locate your you.

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Be of your flight,

Your wings are not of eagle,

Be of your sight

Your eyes are eagle-eyed…

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Be humble and heedful,

Respect sublime silence

In your grievous time

To reap your coming time

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Care not if you are weird

For future watches the sun

Whilst owl pretends blind

To see any brooder of her kind.

c. Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016
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