A solitary silhouette
Still marks the place beyond the set.
But in the sharp blink of an eye
The room floods; the spill of light
Ignites hungry hands to spin
Public secrets. This delicate
Thread of connections forms
A web as vast as a chasm.
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Shades with faces commune in a
Bodiless dance, a dance, a dance
We orphans learnt at the hands
Of as strange deity. These spelt-out
Prayers are offered with no less faith
Than certainty. The eye closes.
A black face stares back blank tonight,
The last reflection of the night.