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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required like shadows they follow us they tell their stories on pages that may or may not be seen, or read, we a'muse them - "we", of course, are truly inconsequential in the greater scheme of things; they are like ghosts echoing their called hauntings, we catch the vibrations of them, every now and then, the faint echoes of stilted messages they are magnificently sending, we wake in the middle of our nights, and shudder, grasping the veracity - of It all, when the dark hours whisper, and like shadows we write back to them, the other beings inside "us" like in "them", we read back what they write, thinking we are quite smart to note what they impart, but then - we consider ourselves so much smaller, and obsequiously apart - albeit, a part of it all, like implanted in the written briefs of higher things, so much better off than us; we consider the contours of our standing on the edge of such poetry, there are boundaries, after all ... this much is true - we are the shadows following apparitions, we hear their words occasionally, ecstatically and remorsefully undertowed, we are not so shining as they, for they push through like comets so much more easily - we are to them Pediculus Humanus Capitis, irritants, embracing resistance problems, easily passed and swiftly exterminated by comment and review; by us, they are read on the run, for they let us know, we are slow, and we should pursue their gorgeous egos ... which are ... so much faster, their intellectual disasters mined like minds for gold, valued most highly, posthumously, in the Evermore hereafter, you may view, but do not touch, they seem to vericate, for "we" are the precise opposite of "us", and there is never any "You" in this golden real estate although the common denominator they would proffer, their priceless empathy - is in reality a low equation; without hesitation, they let us know without too many words - if at all, that we have arrived at this party, way far too late - the common "we", so inconsequential, smaller, plural formed, to be buried, without service after the inevitable dousing in their redrum, we roll over we turn to rust amidst their Irish four leaf clovers Candide Diderot. ‘24 "I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in." Virginia Woolf
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