The Way Shadows Slide Away

And so it comes to pass that the facaded stars
who once graced the face of the tiny, electron crusted boxes
The elder gods of modern averts
dance this dreamless post-modern night
where digitized demons and angels swim like fishes

And in all those prefab dreams they look on in lust. . .
dewy eyed
their hearts fall into the kaleidoscopic flickering eye of beauty

And I begin to wish an end to youth’s proud finery
on shiny magazine covers and movie sets
where shadows of darkness are held up in a beautifying light
And the cameras never show how the sinister shadows
slide so noiselessly away from the light

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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