Owl's Rune

I fight against time's deadlock with a slayed
perception of congruent routes to faith.

Hustling past the thorns, I crash beneath
awakening, never enduring the bramble.

You strike me down and I realize
you are not gone, for it was I who slept
far too long and widely.

Clearer than dawn's birth, you lengthened
this night for my promised understanding.

I was my own enemy; death survives
if one serves it willingly.