Tend to leap ahead,

traipsing in languid steps,

down the darkening hall,

until they disappear,

pulled away by time,

into shadow

They lead us onward,

in random patterns of chance,

emanating from tall movements,

triggered by the brain,

as it thinks about hope,

everlasting

Sentinels wait,

for the moment to strike,

when we least expect it,

to drag us out of reality,

for a moment,

waiting

Shadow of laughter,

kernel of light,

alleviate this ache,

let us pass the time,

clutching the foot of a sentinel,

as it shatters into nothing