The moment that I disappear, I reappear in lights
Where darkness and silhouettes seem so very trite
But three of me could not agree who of them was real
'Cept the one standing above their repetitious veils
As I pass between the lamps to my unknowing destiny
The whispers hiding in the thistles plot their complex schemes
I find myself surrounded, nay, entrapped by common thieves
Though twilight circles all about, they're always dressed as me
Just when you think that I have disappeared
I'll find my way back to the surface
And in the moment that I reappear
I'll be more perfected than the last
Watch me as I dance into the shadows
Friday, November 30, 2007
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