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what i know

i know you know that i know your shadow
that i travel with it in the light day
i imagine and know the imagery shadow
that directs you in the dark side.

i know the shadow of the sun
that generates my identity, to construct my self
but i imagine the shadow of the star
that shines in night with the black witches
but the innocents are hugged together in the presence of the sun rays
i bet for the dim shadow of the moon
that translate you in real form to be you
in the real living moon.

i know the shadow of the tress
that move with the objects, when the eyes seem to travel by bus
i know your unknown shadow
which cover the secrete of death and love
the shadow that gives you body and soul
the  shadow that kindly cares your betrayed heart
the one that gives me time to think about you
life is the dying sun with its rays that gives you shadow.

i know the shadow that i see it
by eyes, by memories
the shadow that nod my head right and left
the shadow of the black blanket of the ancestors
the black shadow of the black blanket
as transformed from history to memory
from reality to thought
the real shadow to its purity.

the only thing that i wait with hope and trust
is the african shadow to stand alone
the shadow of the politics rays
that will give, that will bare, that will live
like the dead shadow of the father of the nations
those who lived with them, as were exploited, oppressed
by the black shadows of the white skins.

i kindly wait the shadow of the black youth
that see the black race as the living moon
living in cooperate with the dying sun
depending not from the shining friendly stars
i wait the shadow of the black youth's hands
holding each other, expressing their black culture
choosing their black colour to be their favoured colour
i wait without coughing, yawing or chewing
the shadow of the black graves
that gives responsibilities to their coffins
i wait the shadow of the real corpse.

i know what it means
what it symbolizes, that it gives you reasoning
i know what it explains
what it signifies, that pretend you thinking
life gives death with its shadow
because life is the walking death.

i know the shadow
that marks your sole to live the foot prints
from  generation going to generation to read the prints
i know the shadow of your hand written
that translates dark to night
foolish to bright
that gives knowledge of the reality
the shadow that never die with the object
i understand that i know the shadow
of the singers, the travellers, the prisons, the officers
that try to compare drawing with sketching
differentiating animals with humans
because life is living, let us live the life of the living.

i remember the shadow of the ants
the shadow of the insects, that controls other lives
the shadow that gives truth, valued worth
i bet to your known, it is only one shadow
that the living and the non living have
but only one shadow to define life
the shadow of the living.

i unearth the shadow of the flies
the roaming shadow of the butterflies
that gives the origin form of the earth
as they roam here and there
to prove the earth as spherical
i know the shadow of their lives
they don't have farms, they don't sow, they don't dig
i desire to live their shadow
it is the practical shadow and chronical.

i know the shadow
that define parental care
two shadow of two dove
kindly they define true love
it is the shadow to follow, i dare.

now i know
the shadow that gives you power, energy and life
no, it is the palm that haves the shadow of forgiveness
truly, the hand that carries mercy
it is my shadow in his palms
it is my life in his wishes
it is your shadow in his plans
i kindly wish my shadow to live after death
if my wish is your wish; 
let us live our pure shadows, our fullest shadows
he is real, we are his shadows.
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