There are shadows entwined in thought,
A place where those moments of lost
imagining go to die where others not
tread In fear of the forgotten taking hold.

But the shadows are taken not by will,
But by the invisible mind that consumes
Them within. This place of creative juices
Are fed upon when lost in forgotten halls.

Flakes of syllables left like snow drifting
In random collision a thought coalesces
But before is birthed in the mind consumed
In this Shadow of an invisible mind.

I feel twinges in my mind. Edited thoughts
Now consumed within, what would they
Have become unknown to late for some,
Thoughts linger never near this place.