A Girl Named Leney

THE JOURNAL

When The Shadows Sleep

And I am watching now for the time of day when the shadows sleep.
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When there is still light in the sky but the sun has sunk low enough to put an end to the contrast of miraged skin.
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What is the exact moment in time that your body no longer casts a shadow onto the earth and if that moment had a name what would it be?
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The point of gradual desaturation before the gloaming sets in is an unnoticed thing to the naked eye. Perhaps permanently so, for how do you measure an intangible disappearance?
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Where does the secondary world of dark figures retire to? 
Isn’t it a kind of faith to know they will come back?
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Perhaps it is as my Father said: “nothing good ever happens after dark”
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For bodies no longer have mirrored accountability of their actions.
The leaching of apparitions’ measured movements.
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It is a secret world that they go to—the shadows.
Frozen in an invisible realm until the sun rises just-so again.