You invade, ostensibly able to conform. <br /> But the sun's not as strong <br /> As it was before you <br /> altered the standards <br /> with catechized looks <br /> incensing maledictive me. <br /> The early excitements <br /> Still infuse tantrums, <br /> but <br /> shadows of a world <br /> long gone <br /> are all that I can cast.<br /><br />Christopher Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadow-puppet/
