Toast to Owl

I toasted the owl and handed him a small cask where I hoped he would drown my uninvited dreams. I’m in a hurry to evade the altered reality where you and I meet.  I’m too old – no longer naive enough to believe it is possible you are experiencing similar torture during your sleep-like state – to invest precious hours of sleep on impossible hope connected to my conscious mind by already broken strands of fate.

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