Ancient eyes watch without interest,
Gazing - sight watching over all beings.
Dark shadows move through the space,
Seeking to cover everything.
Small recollections form flashes of light,
That burn synapses and harm true sight.
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Two small shadows seek to hide,
Seek company within each other.
Find a small enclosed space,
And erupt in unearthly rapture.
They then flee from the guardians of the light,
Escaping from authority they do not accept.
Try to escape once more into the deep dark night,
To find the route that no other suspects.
Vituperative, Vindictive and Killing -
All that is free.
And precious.
The rapture hangs, momentarily, in the air;
But soon, like all things, it must disappear.
It lives, now, only in their myriad thoughts,
Late at night, or in the early morn;
The scientist proclaimed that thought was not conserved;
Yet, all deep thinkers remember that they were born.
So, until such time it can be created again,
Let the shadows reach out for hope, then.
