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.