Ask to walk toward shadows.

Look again and behold. 

They ought not be lovers right?

Guardians of blessing, distracted by admission.

Clever art carved by passers-by is no doubt

the reluctant good in this world.

Hear this and share, the good and the better.

That which is your own advantage.

Give away politics and grow up.

Another thing; Laugh

Struggle with shadows and truths. 

Lights in evil and darkness in silver and gold.

Or Else, be paying for blindness.

[A found poem built exclusively from the words in Plato's 'Allegory of the Cave'.]