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Illuminate Shadows, Filter Light

My shadows are tender and easy to miss, Like a smile seems innocuous, stealthy as kiss, Still these shadows add weight, create drag in our life, Though they rarely, if ever, cut deep like a knife! Too, sunlight wracks havoc though most never feel All its subtle intrusions till later we peel; It brings low orbit satellite’s life to an end, Just the pressure of sunlight can make craft descend. A shadow's like weed's buried seeds in the ground. They can spring up in garden where Love should abound, Weeds drain soil of the nutrients man’s harvest needs If our vigilance fails us, then entropy (1) leads. Pay heed to your shadows; they're baobab trees, (2) That if left unattended, bring worlds to their knees, Yes, ‘The Little Prince’ (3) warned us, and he’s just a child, Let us pray that the future won't find man defiled! Examine your light source if it comes from man, Try to filter it often before choosing clan, For all men are your brothers when push comes to shove, Can a winner rest easy who owns bloody glove? Long Tooth November 10, 2017 Poet's Notes: (1) Entropy is a concept related to the degree of “disorder” found in the universe. At the instant of the “Big Bang,” the disorder was “Zero” or perfect. As time goes on however and the stars all burn out and die, the disorder will presumably be “infinite.” (2). A “Baobab Tree” is an African tree that can look like anything from a “Coke” bottle to a large “Elm Tree” that has been hit multiple times by lightning! In short, the Baobab is extremely primitive, twisted, and unique (but to me) ugly species! But it is a valuable source of vitamin C to native people. (3) "The Little Prince" is a favorite book by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

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