Owl

When the owl breaks the light beam in a nights dream ride.

Am I seeing in slow, am I driving too fast for the sound

To finally break past time spent following straight lines to death.

Behind my eyes in a parallel sky

The belongs in the shapes in the clouds

Try to take me to the grounded ones skyward

There's a fog that casts a planetary haze

To hide the white lined aggression in our eyes.

in a season of collapsed lungs,

There's a dark holiday

And we are following straight lines to death