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perched in a thick mess of pine trees my head rotates three hundred and sixty degrees scouring for the vermin I make my prey I own the night time skies silhouetted against a harvest moon death is coming in my dreams and with it comes new life wisdom of the self aware of the lies which cover the world in its blanket of grey snow the owl lives in my skull The coyote stalking the empty desert highways looking for roadkill looking for the weak and alone I cackle into the dead sterile air for every pack member lost to poachers manic laughter for every left turn which results in dead ends stealthy patient hungry and haunting the coyote treads the territory of my atriums and ventricles The hawk circles in the blinding midday sun a deadly serrated dagger with wings arrow let loose from the quiver of the Gods impossible to tether and domesticate finding ultimate freedom in the vast openness of the sky lock on, tuck the wings, nose dive deep into the waters of the **** a creator a teacher a messenger of truth the hawk soars in the infinity of my soul ID EGO SUPEREGO
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
The Owl, The Coyote, and The Hawk
perched in a thick mess of pine trees my head rotates three hundred and sixty degrees scouring for the vermin I make my prey I own the night time skies silhouetted against a harvest moon death is coming in my dreams and with it comes new life wisdom of the self aware of the lies which cover the world in its blanket of grey snow the owl lives in my skull The coyote stalking the empty desert highways looking for roadkill looking for the weak and alone I cackle into the dead sterile air for every pack member lost to poachers manic laughter for every left turn which results in dead ends stealthy patient hungry and haunting the coyote treads the territory of my atriums and ventricles The hawk circles in the blinding midday sun a deadly serrated dagger with wings arrow let loose from the quiver of the Gods impossible to tether and domesticate finding ultimate freedom in the vast openness of the sky lock on, tuck the wings, nose dive deep into the waters of the **** a creator a teacher a messenger of truth the hawk soars in the infinity of my soul ID EGO SUPEREGO
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
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