no eagle smaller unimpressive you do not see it or do not want to see relief tranquillisation when the waves beat storm and the inner maelstrom wants to raven me the blood for my owl remains how it flows as if to reassure my existence I am still alive there is still life within me it flows my owl you are so far away too far I want to fly with you free freed and though the courage is missing to jettison the burden off my shoulders
