Night shadows are the feast

of awakenings.

The outskirts of compassion, absent

of spiritual thresholds.

They are the counterparts

without conversation; the willing

partner in an imperfect sphere.

They are unassuming.  Their

intension is directed, visually

controlled, a bondage of motion;

their gifts are weightless,

failing to intrude.

Style is choreographed without

independence or expression.



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