Ere daybreak my owl sounds,
Summons...
mice of hearts, moon's sunlight.
Fire of rain begins, ends, once more,
As before...
when ocean retreated its shore,
back, back...
building destruction tsunamis...
did what it knows,
knows what it did, will do.
Planned spontaneity cresting,
gathering its fold...
tsunamis folding their gathering.
Desperation laughter.
Destruction glee.
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