Quasis Phantasms

Passing through the cynosure valley and everywhere I turn, these ancient shadows appear ~ Conspicuous their manifesting themselves within any which way they choose.... Domained silhouettes, smiling as they approach myself; indents myriad of resolute views Life, death, joy, pain, a million things, with as many voices amid this germane state!? To confiscate, their reciprocals moment in interposed confusions, dance and sway Quasis phantasms of resonant apparitions these eyes, fixated as they gaze Upon a brand new day wherein dogma has lost its say; yesteryears obversive shadows.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ....“Passing, Through the Valley In Ancient Dreams” *