Dancing Shadow (Hour 3)

The silhouette of my soul is a dancing shadow,
A bestial revelry in the last hours of day,
I beckon the advancing throat of night.

I celebrate the freedom of my spirit
with swaying arms that could embrace the entire horizon.
I expel the filing system of tail lights retreating,
A marching pestilence receding from my being,
and shed the masked perspective of singularity.

I reject the notion of being made to feel small
And enlarge myself beyond what fixated fears will have me see.
I unleash the multitudes of my infinity
To serenade the rats with my seductive song
And welcome the hordes of the hopeless
To follow me to the end of the world.

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