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.
Roger Singer 