Shadow
Who knows me
well, better than me?
Shadow,
shadow, my own shadow!
He's my Siamese
sibling, blinded glow
my inner shoreline's
quay and resting lee.
The smudged
mirror behind my closed window,
this darker
twin; my secret mirth and throe,
my close alley
and biting bel esprit.
He's timid I
thought once, when he withdrew
behind my back
at raising sight of Sun.
But at white-hot
mid-noon erect he grew
along my side
balking the scowling view
of Sun. He never
left my nigh in fun
or woe, now
there behind my ashes too.
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