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Darkness is the cape that
clothes me.
I am learning to see with
listening eyes,
and walk silently amidst the
shadows.
Edges are pathways,
not boundaries.
Beyond the edge is openness.
To play there is to risk death.
By the light of the moon, I play,
letting my yippy voice carry
what could be my last moment into the wind.
What secret is nestled in the
leaves?
(c) 2004-2011/Jamie K. Reaser
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