Shadows

Shadows are our blurred familiar haunt. The world at its truest and brightest would be intolerable. How pleasant the duplicity (multiplicity) of things (half-things, nothings...). Mighty is the light. But it goes from glare to ghosts... We can be human with the light. Be riven, and forgive. The shades grow softer now. Be foolish, and forgiven. How moved by the mere play... Of honest things.