Eye-cornered, furtive shadow glimpses; wisps occasioned to approximate form; half-lit de javu of a story not yet told; sharing my footsteps on a quest for tomorrow. Inward trudging, mind-field tip-toeing; look-longing glances, recognition hopes high; Over-eye shoulder casts, no bounty shown; dancing my thought prints of yesterday gone Stalking perception, flashes taunting memories; the beast, the phantom, opera with an audience of one; warrior, wanderer, lover, king, a master of disguises; calculating my own design, I gather the mists of today. Shred, tear, spin and shine a bright light, some now time, some here place, I will find the me inside.
