the old owl is living againthe airspace has lifted him up into the old ways of used to be and now he lives amongst other timelies such as

  the old pocketwatch

  newly made statue of 400 years

  the woman

  clouds formed a railroad to where he o be pin to fit with the snakes and dders, he gave too much sight a with a blindfold.

  blindeyes walkerobscured sight still made a possible walkthrough for him, his steps not missing ndings even as he felt the uneasy thought of a fall down into the arms of the parale.

  he kept running, forever unknowing of his own age. all he knew was to be the old owl in the world of newly mades.

  the newly mades looked on him with a curious for his well-being, but possibly knowing they couldn't do anything about it, they were hesitant to step forward and speak. they were floating on doubts and running wild in wilted flowers in their head.

  the sadness of a day runs only at night

  trj