I
contemplate the dancing shadows
Like tea
leaves swirled on the walls
Of a cup—I
read their futures.
These
shades crowd in dance clubs,
Faceless forms
desiring recognition
In frenzied
spotlights;
Galaxies
building to supernova.
Strobes flash
on unsteady images—
A drunken
collage of jumping film snippets—
The
universal loop of an old weekend scene.
Dusky
echoes reel, darting and elusive,
Seeking a
spectral companion.
Mirrored
silhouettes of invisible souls
Consume yet
another spirit;
Wishing randomly
on a nameless star,
Merging madly
to dance in darkness.
Vivid, yet
lifeless they will fall together,
Camouflaged
as spinning leaves; as shooting stars.
