They stare until you see them, and then you don't.
You know them, but don't remember, because they're always there.
They are The Shadows that streak in glimpses, through the dim lit room. They are the shadows on the side of the road.
They are The Shadows that move, through the side of your eye.
And they hide in objects that look like them, and they stare.
Frozen in a moment, in a hanging jacket, or in a tree, or a clump of clutter.
They're alive in there!
And they look out, with owl's eyes, until you see them.
And then you don't.
It is said, if we saw them in their millions, we would die, so God spares us.
We are never alone when we do evil, they are always watching, and remembering, until judgement.
So let them see us do good, before we go.
Because over there, all that's left, is who we really are.
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