The faces were in different places tonight.
Expecting them to be where they'd been, but they were not.
They're in new places, but only when light is at certain angles.
Is there something to that?
They were bigger.
More animated.
Darker.
Yet harmless and outside nonetheless.
They scream. I yawn.
They are more desperate.
Even their shadows are more distinct and animated.
Is that a precursor?
Doesn't matter.
Nothing changed inside.
At all.
They can see what I can't but know is there.
So what.
Seeing is not altogether required there.
There's more to it than seeing.
There's hope to see.
What's the big deal?
Who calls that shot?
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