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A Study of Shadows

There are immortal
morals, reborn � resurrected,
in clockwork, erected
since time immemorial,

Where

Shadows of dust,
across time -
travel in a line

Of shadows cast
in solidified trust
in the spheres, from cusp to cusp,

Weeping

From dust to dust,

In a poetry
of structure

Seeping

In a piracy
of the pure,

Broken apart
in sounds of foot print

Across surfaces

In the imprint of a moment:

A glissade
of a promenade,

As mortals
navigate
the immortal

Machine
of
beauty

Seen
in
beauty.