The eyes of an owl
An undeniable depth
To those black holes
A miracle to me
Capable of swooping down
And tearing the war
From before my face
Making me believe
This replanted forest
Might outlive
Its harvesters
Might overspill
Its impeccably planted rows
Split apart the concrete carpet
Expose suffocating soil
For a second chance
And live to be
An old growth haunt
For one of my soul savers
Once again
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