Shaded, hiding from view, shadows knock,
punctuating eternity, obliquing time.
Compelling in mystique, inviting,
strong and weak, stalking in oblivions,
they seek all minds.
Unwrapped. Face refound.
Time…meaningless.

Shifted, withdrawing from view, shadows walk,
uncovering infinity, opaquing time.
Consorting with mystique, delighting,
sleek and songed, talking with abstractions,
she seeks their minds.
Wraith-wrapped. Space unbound.
Time…meaningless.

Erin Moen
3/8/04
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