The shy is vast and
So far away, yet it
Dances in front of me,
A party of ghosts,
Ring of white shadow
Dancers, Shadows are
Darkness, reflected from
Light, so what white
Shadows dance silently?
Wrote this last night. There is some damned odd weather out here, and the nights so often appear haunted. Have also been quite preoccupied with the concept of light and shadows, in an aesthetic and psychological way.
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