Silhouette in the shadows
All those stymied
Doubt filled bones of distrust
Home for the dust motes in the cobwebs
Easily led to those disaffected
And unattested thoughts on the bedstead
The shadow, and the silhouette
Are mere motor-memories now
It is that time of clearer light
Becoming necessary to write the final chapter
The attempt for capture is over
The exodus finally delivered the sun
The rest of us must go on
Transcending the transference
Into the silence
The silent silhouette
The silent shadow
The silence which echoes
To the loss of those disaffected
To the cost of those unattested
And to that imposter, of the one neglected
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