Curtain Call

Step lightly
Through this mind field
Lest you disturb
The Shades
They wait stoically
Observing all with veiled eyes
Insinuating their thoughts
Into the nuance of banter
That bursts forth
Unbidden
From your mouth

Oh
I watch them
Be sure
They cannot escape me
I feel the tendrils
Of fear
Tension
Longing

Can you see them
Look behind my eyes
That is where they lurk
Deep

There

In the blind spot

They are furtive at times
Still I sense their movement
I feel it in my shrinking
From contact
From people
Life

I will beat them though
I know this as truth

Alas

I know that truth is a blind
Pulled tight over the eyes of your ilk

So I draw the shades
Nestle within my mind field

And chitter

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