Psyche Delectus: The Portalland Calling

I heard the owls hoot
two nights running.
They were closer, 
louder than I had heard before.
It took me a day's confusion
to sift the answer:

Concentric circles repeating,
like polka dots,
like breadcrumbs,
structured shadows
caught in a sideways glance
and the echoes of their shapes
plain in his light.

two tin cans
with a taut string between them.
My hand wrapped gently around the one.
I raise it up 
to my open mouth.


Recommended Listening: 
Oneohtrix Point Never 
A Pact Between Strangers 
from A Pact Between Strangers
  
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