songs

Organon home.
                                    The oldest owl sits on the hilltop,
                                     feathers made of stone and grass.
                                   He turns his head twenty two times,
                                 and looks down upon your melted soul.
                                   Do you know which door to open?
                                   Do you know which door to close?
                                          Stretched out on the floor,
                                         breathing out bubbles of fog.
                                         The owl spreads his wings
                                             and howls like a dog.
                                   Do you know which door to open?
                                   Do you know which door to close?
                                      (Tiny stars are laughing stars.
                                   The moon is full but not your own.)
                                   Do you know which door to open?
                                   Do you know which door to close?
                                       Cactus thorns in your shoes.
                                               Your pores open-
                                               the owl explodes.
                                           (Feathers fill your face.)
                                      You spread your wings and fly.