Masters and Shadows
I see them
gathering late at night
under streetlights,
shadows dancing in the wind
or on still nights, frozen into
patches pasted on asphalt.
There too
on hot summer days,
shadows harsh edged
and dark under trees, an oasis
of cool in a desert of heat.
Masters hog the light
whilst shadows are prisoners
held captive within a shape,
obedient to whatever movement
their masters make.
For them there is no freedom
to jump beyond the dimensional
constraints that hold them tight.
They only brush the surface
of things.
We too act as either shadows
or masters blind to the fact
that we are neither, but part
of the light.
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