Owls praise darkness
moments before dawn;
none does know,
man ignores.
Black is
silent infantry,
plays her spell
on Ignorance
that die at dawns
within eyes
so still
as old voyages!
The owls praise man:
he is ugly void,
pleases his sleep,
sleep possesses him;
dawns are born
to die again
like Ignorance
that vanish in rays...
unanswered!
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