the owl flies at twilight

reason's a cunning bitch with a sharp eye
she sidles up to us lets us see true
teaches us to despise the pleasant lie
and shows us sharp and honest the real view
but having paid the lady's admit price
and made our way fast into her tight hall
we find out swift that she's not very nice
and every wise man has her out on call
we're left by her with only naked faces
stripped of all hope and plain to any sight
we have no safe retreat no secret places
there's no safe darkness no comforting night
we have to confront all at once the world
into which straight at birth we had been hurled