BETWEEN THE SEEN AND THE SHADOWS
Have you seen the breath going up and down?
Felt the beat pumping the blood and gives you momentum?
Sometimes I think, Life's spooky tale hides in the shadows of notion.
In the school I learned: Shadows enlarge against the slanting light;
And contracts in the virticle.
...Am I scared of light?
That multiplies shadows?
Or am a shadow myself --
Expelled out of the star-lit day
Hiding from expansion and contraction,
Heaving up and down?
Am I a ghost in the black unseen heath,
Causing a motion beyond visibility?
Am I real?