in the shadowed corridors of time, where secrets evade the harsh light of day and the predispositional urge to share remains undivulged, i have whispered to the night my own disclosures. poetry, the art that dances between the lines of what is said and what is meant, allows one to go back to the start, to an era where my heart still beat with human warmth, and share these centuries of undivulged tales without fear.