the form that breaks the structure it's supporting; the language glitch for reasons we won't go into here; don't worry about it; or, by weaving a nest

of titles, we've decided already a few things: subtitle: when literalism and symbolism get together and do nothing much really



The owl you heard hooting
In the middle of the night wasn't me.
It was an owl.
Or maybe you were
So asleep you didn't even hear it.
The sprinklers on their timer, programmed to come on
At such a strangely late hour in life
For watering a garden,
Refreshed your sleep four thousand miles away by
Hissing sweetly,
Deepening the smell of green in Eden.
You heard the summer chirr of insects.
You heard a sky of stars.
You didn't know it, fast asleep at dawn in Paris.
You didn't hear a thing.
You heard me calling.
I am no longer human.

"The owl you heard" F. Seidel Ooga-Booga