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I am a shadow person watching for
morning somewhere
I fly far away, goldened by a
retreating sun
The lights and fires
Smoulder
The world goes away
the night has come
Who knows what might arise
The abstract moon brings life to my shadows
Behind the steel clouds,
a still storm is formed
The rain has ceased,
it came with sure suddenness
I am forced to hide behind objects,
forced to create shadows