Within the dull dusky atmosphere, looking out towards the world. Is the shadows formed inside or outside?
The cover is black yet the look on their face are indecisive to judge from a dreary expression. However the pages are pure as white where that black forms the words so to see.
Some corners need to be cut so to open up what lies within and pour out. Yet the bind of a books spine is never torn or will be opened either side.
What may been water under a bridge now runs dry. And that bridge creaks with age. Now there are two options to cross, either the risk of treading where water may still remain, or chance the old steps that will eventually rot away.
If to look deeper, by the crest of a moon for slight outline, will see for their true face that appears in the shadow. Others don't notice what they believe to be a cover of darkness, yet is the face that prys.
In the forest; even while out at sea, drifting upon deep waters. Surrounded by a pit of darkness with only the stars above for guidance. Reach for that same distance above to draw attention to. Hoping someone in the distant light will see for their calling. A light that will steer guidance in the cold empty dark place.
Acts Ch.25:V.2 " - Then the high priest and the chief of the Jews informed him against Paul, and besought him."
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