Shadows

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Shadows

Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master #335

What are these shadows that over being pass,
Scars unreal that move across the body,
What shadow touches with unseen substance
Bearing texture and firmness of some unreality?

What dreams invade the hours of the sun
Bearing stories forgotten or even yet to be,
What strange lights are on gaze’s horizon
Haunting with clueless hours and lucidity?

Who set me adrift over the hours
Sans sail and star and compass and oar,
How many shadow shores must I yet pass
For the one truth-shore to appear?

O Thou who seest my living plight,
Findest Thou nothing to move Thy sight?