Day 57: My shadow

I can’t believe I

No way I



Don’t recognize

Or at least don’t

Want to recognize

My shadow.

So wherever I see it


Beyond my immediacy

My mind and tongue

A sword

And a shield

Cutting and defending

A suicide

Saved just in time

All at once.

Can shadows be embraced

Body to body

Time suspended

A meeting of selves

And a truce?

Or destined

to be enemies.


Lost not at birth

But somewhere

In between?

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