…shifting, drifting airs with faces and imaginary graces but never firming to the touch… Are you a shadow? Am I? Would you have me real? Or I, you? Shadows cast no pain, no joy. Their suffering is not real, their fading glamor, passing clamor, not much to be wondered at. They neither harm nor charm, …
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The Dance
Around me there are light and heatand many people laughing people talking, talking, talking… floods of words unloosed, flowing endlessly not caring what they say or mean… There is music of a kind; and there are many, many games to play within the pale, in these gardens wide and formal, paved and shaved and shaped… Players moving …
LOOSELY SPEAKING... 