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There are shadows in the night, if you look.
Giants. These once great beings, now condemned,
to lurk beyond the highways they forsook
out of hope, for saved imagination.
Giants, who once could rule all they saw.
Growing real in our mind’s darkest places.
Giants, displaced from time and space and thought.
Now just insignificance in traces.
Once we feared what was known as dark unknown.
Unknown, but really creativities.
Bypasses around these giants have grown,
and no time left for dark proclivities.
The giants of the night lumber slowly,
just past sight, these shadows are so lonely.
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Like I said, this idea came to me during an overnight roadtrip. I was staring out the window, and found myself imagining these giants of shadow lumbering slowly and harmlessly across the fields as we passed. I imagined them to be sad giants, with nothing left to them but the empty spaces of the night. Sad that people no longer think of them, care for them, or fear them. In my mind they represent the lack of downtime our minds experience, what with the constant bombarding of stimuli we experience nowadays. We’ve lost the ability to be bored, and with it, the ability to allow our minds to wander to those darker places where scarier ideas once inspired the best of creativity. Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, anything by Edgar Allen Poe, and much of H.P. Lovecraft. In the light and speed of the digital age we’ve lost the slow grace of darkness that once made us appreciate the light so much. This is my tribute.
