the shadows sing, and interlace
within, around this grateful place;
compassion sits in angled dark,
in whispers soft and palate stark
instinctively, reflexively,
in actions spun by sophistry,
in tunic, or chemise, or sark -
the cloth we choose: our sign, our mark --
and still, despite our reticence,
those shadows - guilt and innocence -
will kiss and cross the floor, in light,
and evanesce like what is right
for we are trapped within our dreams
in forests brushed by mountain streams,
to triumph, or, to rue disgrace --
as shadows sing,
and interlace
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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This is beautifully written and so true.
Where was this photographed?
The Milwaukee Public Art Museum.