Flashes of darkness in the already night sky, connect the dots of the black and let it be your picture. These liquid features of millions that walk among us, shaping the world in features to delicate for the aware and observant. A religion in avoiding meaning, built on temples of fear. These are the elusive elite, struggling for their power for their safe haven of the unavoidable, and unheard of. Hiding in the space left between the ignorant and the unaware.

The work of some that should have attended, whenever the timeline, these shadows are cast behind the most obvious. Subtle and well hidden, smiling eyes and well trained pleasantries. Glass eyes and infra glow street lamps, evasive jerking behind black alley dumpsters. Ominous shadows towards the “Lurk”, working the machine of the festering darkness. The elusive run the show of what you don’t see, and works the spot light on someone else rather than itself. It is a complete orchestra of silent drummers which wait till you are out of the room to play. Theirs are the pitches and octaves that sink through your floorboards and carry on into the basement.

At night, my eyes are often greeted by the ever elusive. No proof do I need to tell you that this night’s shadows are out for my cursing and patience as I have lost a good time and much dignity devoted to the capture of any face to go with the ghouls whom run past the corners of my eyes. Male joggers in blue track suits? What ever the case, it’s strong enough to notice, but too evasive to talk about. These mysteries that shroud human cautiousness, allow for the sudden differences, that’s it was there, even more, that it might come back.

The indescribable and very discrete, subtle and ever elusive, ghosts… behind the mirrors and beasts behind the night. Finger pullers behind my flesh and soul behind my eyes. Barren wastelands behind this earth, and pain between the lives, death behind the drowning marred by freedom. Laughter follows falling into ever after, until the end of time.
Glass shadows dance through the night, still I don’t see, the army of countless “Always were.” Remain out of sight.