Eleven Owls Have Eyes

Circle Takes The Square

Surface, through the circuits, breaker breaker. Someone's 
calling but there's no one on the line. Positive, negative,
 negative, Breaker breaker. These wires are live, these 
wires are merging with the circuits, Breaker, breaker. 
Broken fuses spark, lighting, illuminating their blacked 
out eyes. Fading out...Father son and holy ghost...you 
can't find us in the dark. You can't save us when wires are
 cut. Houses haunted hurt the most. Vulnerability is 
created and defined by the night. Fall is getting closer. 
Ruled by the moon. Now that we're hiding in the darkness 
holding hands, now as we pray, as we are prey. Lead the 
way. Don't leave me bound here in desire, lead the way 
forever is too long to wait.
Time keeps on pulling the seconds away, preaching 
abandonment, intentions remain to embrace the sweet 
impossible. Time succumbs to the rhythm of a slowly fading 
pulse. Lights from flashlights flash on breakers, loose 
connections connected tight. Symmetry described by the 
minds intent. Eleven birds of prey take flight. 
Asymmetrical equations, borne to lack diurnal sight. Brown 
eyes begging her consent. White old woman of the night:
Right behind the lightening staring past the rain. Running 
down the red clay. Time succumbs to the rhythm of a slowly 
fading pulse...
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