a shadow cast itself
within my outline,
to fill-out tracings of
duplicity - of depth
(and colour)
in physics
all movement chains itself
in inertia (including that of light)
why should people differ,
since they are made to
range the spectrum ...
I didn't -
the brighter the star,
the bolder the contrast
of eclipses and far-sides
of moons -
(and)
as the sun encompassing
my orbit, you arose
on every day
before you set,
that one last
time -
and I was then
all dark,
left only in
the company
of apologies and loss.
[I shouted both -
but the sound of me failed to carry
in the vacuum]
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