INVARIANT

This will Always be StraNge.
ThiS… AnD tHe FolloWing.

II

Much like you, I like me some Barn Owl
Clutching phantasmal canopies…
Hooting hexagrams or somesuch, in the marble twilight
Outside a motel in Montana.
Much like you, I absorb the cacophony 
And Choose my Rhythm.
But I Disembark.

As you’d rather Bark- 
At the Moon.

Than Go-
There.

And I’d rather Moons
Be More Like
You.

Surprise!