Refining
shadows was his delight
in
life. Marking their boundaries,
polishing
their angles, he clarified
the
fuzziness of their perception.
Living
with shadows like he did,
the
hard-core, face-on reality
lost
power. He knew only slant
of
experience, glancing light.
When his shadow became itself,
negative
transforming its print,
the
eye reversed, seeing only
the
inner self, lost its dazzle.
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