The shades

 

The pull has stopped,

gravity no longer socks me

deep in the guts.

I'm not longer shocked

by this world of crooks.

I used to see

only in rainbow grades,

but then I noticed,

in the dust,

the shadows

dart and play.

The shades

still walk amongst us,

and they watch as we

go about our days.

 

They watch us intently,

except they don't seem to notice me

staring back to see

their deceitful mystery.

The pull of tides

no longer controls

when I sleep and rise.

Instead, I walk these nights,

just the shades and I.

 

Into this night-time world

I wonder on a sea of words.

Into this place I feel my feet

embracing the paving stone yards.

Every muscle tearing with blistered heat,

but I march on,

watching the shades

take to the fearful streets.

Something feels distant.

Changed. I don't feel like me,

I'm floating above the concrete sea.

I can see clearer,

my thoughts seem somehow nearer,

but the shades are nearer still,

however they seem to leave me alone

like a poison pill.

 

Something has changed

the shades seem

different in the light

of the ever-watching satellite,

like their atoms have rearranged.

They no longer seem

estranged or deranged.

The darkness has drifted away,

like dust blowing into the night.

Just like you and me,

the shades only want to live in peace.

To be free,

they feel hope, hurt and mistrust,

they are just

walking different pathways to us

entirely.

 

 

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Kyle