Interesting physical and real per neurodocs
Shadows Late at night when the raccoons roam Pebbles are crushed and small rocks slide There along the fence into the woods The defense of reality flutters and floats I see the shadows in the night glide past Through hallways and rooms without a word No sounds, only cobwebs arise and disappear Its all a diversion distraction I fear No time to talk, to connect and to know Though they seem to be revealing a passage Even in their rush-- busy as they are Journeying toward their own ending times -- flutter and flow
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