She has
a nervous tick
and constantly,
she wets her lips
wondering
what sin she has committed
to be imprisoned
here, with the slow-witted
Upon the
wall, the shadows play
She wonders
what they'd have to say
if they
were given voice
or ever
had a choice
and she
wonders why she has been given
this gift
of seeing visions
appear
within the shadow play
found even
in the light of day
while others
focus only on the light
when there
within the shadows, burning bright
lie age-old
answers, newly given
only found
within the shadow's vision
but she mustn't let them know she has the answers
so instead,
she has a nervous tick
while endlessly,
she wets her lips
as if she
were about to speak
her mind
? Michaelette ?
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