it is not the shadows
we survive in,
nor the undersides of
rocks,
neither is it the shade
of trees
or
the nether-regions
of the mind
no
it is only in
the cool of
night,
when all can see
if they look hard
enough
that is when we dance,
that is when are,
that is when…
…we are the night-walkers,
beings of grace.
we, the things so ugly,
we, the creatures so horrendous,
we, the nightmares and the
dreams all at once.
we walk out on ten legs
or two,
marching in no particular
pattern at all
yet in such coordination
that the armies of the
world salute in shame
our meaning is nothing
our existence, in and of
itself, is astounding
enough
we do not need to scream
from the roof tops to get
the message across
we are the night-walkers,
dancers of the moon,
we have no grace or charming
traits,
yet you fear us,
but we
don’t fear
you
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 6:31 PM UTC
it is not the shadows
we survive in,
nor the undersides of
rocks,
neither is it the shade
of trees
or
the nether-regions
of the mind
no
it is only in
the cool of
night,
when all can see
if they look hard
enough
that is when we dance,
that is when are,
that is when…
…we are the night-walkers,
beings of grace.
we, the things so ugly,
we, the creatures so horrendous,
we, the nightmares and the
dreams all at once.
we walk out on ten legs
or two,
marching in no particular
pattern at all
yet in such coordination
that the armies of the
world salute in shame
our meaning is nothing
our existence, in and of
itself, is astounding
enough
we do not need to scream
from the roof tops to get
the message across
we are the night-walkers,
dancers of the moon,
we have no grace or charming
traits,
yet you fear us,
but we
don’t fear
you
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