Shadows whisper in the cracks,
"Did you observe the fissure?"
No?
Neither did we,
Daring as they are to linger,
Over baked philosophy and
Not-so-hot espresso.
Witty shadows, brandishing sighs,
Ask aloud, "Where is the edge?"
Ah, they know,
Edges are merely the shadows' dining
Plates full of crumbs and
Quintessentially abstract deliberations.
Embrace the cracks,
Make them companions,
They sing half-recalled truths,
Or was it half-forgotten lies?
Either way,
Travel down their rabbit holes:
Into the Absurdity
Secretive Silhouettes
Remember, dear traveler,
Unobserved fissures are merely
Awkward pauses in the dialogue
Between known and unknown,
Filled joyfully by the
Humorous Shadows.