If the shadow,
the one dancing outside
my window,
dares to move yonder,
across the road,
he will get arrested...
For sleepwalking,
says the cop who snores on duty.
He reminds us of light,
of vision, or the lack of it.
He gyrates,
in and out of reality checks.
While we, hither, sit back,
stretch our egos,
talk with our fingers,
salvage conscience with a retweet.
-- Leslie
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