Sunday, March 8, 2009


I blend into the shadows,
Fade away within the twilight,
Hunker quietly in the gloom.

My voice is but a faded echo.
An old dream never remembered,
A faint itch gone before scratching.

My eyes see slayers creeping,
Light forms all deftly subdued,
Vivid colors reduced to paleness.

My ears hear faint rattles,
The sound of one hand clapping,
The push of the celestials.

My hand guides the invisible,
Leads them to points unmapped,
Holding the orphaned event horizons.

Spin away the downward spiral,
Flush the fashion and the vogue,
Feel my presence-be windblown.

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