Shadows Don't Dance
Eclipse 1:(noun) Celestial bodies and the darkness they share
Education begins by looking up with wonder
Classes are seats and activities, not orders of people
Liminal yet luminous, our space is personal
Iniquity creeps (is creeping?) unmusical, hiding majestic shapes
Periods gained meaning with gibbous momentum
Sickles of light, unrevealing, hungered for the growths you saw by
Education began. We had shadows. We had puppets.
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