you cannot tell who they are by the cloak and shadows
there's a dagger at their side
and their palms are exposed in mid-air
they're moving in a pattern
almost rhythmic
in their hands they're juggling stained-glass spheres
one is red one is blue
they've mastered this art, and you think you could too.
after all, it's only juggling
the clowns in the mirror make it look easy enough to do.
so they juggle the spheres for what seems like eternity
until they slip up and one sphere falls and breaks.
fragments fly in opposite directions, almost cardinal.
you flinch at the sudden noise,
although they do not.
the person in the cloak, veiled by the shadows,
only looks down at the fractures on the floor.
a barely audible sigh escapes their mouth,
as if this has happened before.
now, tell me, which sphere did you imagine to break?
for i believe it tells a lot about a person.
what was held in the blue?
what was held in the red?
if the red shattered,
please, for your own safety, go back to bed.
if the blue shattered,
please, for your own safety, don't believe anything you've read.
