In the woods 04-12-23
In the woods, a man, shadows dance
examining his fleeting silhouette, stuck in a trance.
He raises his fist toward the sun.
He sees its embrace, withdrawn.
He wonders is a shadow the absence of light
or the presence of darkness?
If both then why
when he raises his hand further to the sky,
does brilliance become substituted by obscurity?
Is he a bringer of darkness?
Or is darkness just unfortunate light.
Trapped beneath an opaque shrine.
Bidding its time for freedom.
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