The shadows dwell in a parallel universe,
Playing every object for a fool.
Masters of caricature
They run beside children
In exaggerated mimicry.
Court jesters
Dancing, prancing,
Pulling faces.
Shadow surrealists,
Distorting, melting,
Pixilating strange points of view.
Tragic actors, flickering and dying
Strangled by the retreat
Of a camp fire.
Sisters to silhouettes,
The quixotic twin,
Hanging in the backround.
Sweeping like a magician’s veil
Over the city at dusk
To sleep
To wake
To night-stalk with cats,
In the moonshine.
Shadow theatre,
Stealing through windows,
Past trees and Venetians
To play on walls.
Shadow friends
Gentle ephemera
Unpresupposing and reflective.
Shadow slaves,
Imprisoned by sun dials,
To do clockwork.
Shadow world,
Mono-dimensional yet infinitely shaped,
In shifting shades of grey.
Steadfast phantoms
Of mere juxtaposition.
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