1 October: Shadowframe

 

1 October: Shadowframe

 

1 October has come again,

The strange time is risen.

Weirdness gripping you and your friends,

Darkshine in the eyes where it has deeply been.

 

There lies the question of some secret flame,

A participation in a hidden game,

A wolfish joy as October came,

And a beckoning to the shadowframe.

 

And so we slide into the shadowframe,

Where you lose yourself someplace without name

Where on you strange places its claim,

Lost between reason and real,

(It’s all the same)

This is you in the shadowframe.

 

Do you dance the moon alone,

Felt perchance in blood and bone,

A happenstance of some unknown,

A fevered trance on firestone.

 

And so you slide into the shadowframe,

Where you find yourself without a name

Where on you wild places its claim,

Lost between reason and real,

(It’s all the same)

This is you in the shadowframe.

 

This yearly harvest heralds winter:

A collecting that you may not hinder.

Feel your being begin to splinter,

And you fall in without a whimper.

 

And so we slide into the shadowframe,

In the place where you unbecame

Where on you lost places its claim,

Lost between reason and real,

(It’s all the same)

This is you in the shadowframe.

 

Welcome now to the shadowframe,

Let the dark remove your name.

In this place you unbecame.

The nothingness will make its claim.

Too late now to refrain,

Lost within the shadowframe.

 

Cliff Lake 9/24/2026

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