The Wisdom of Shadows
Like shadows I shrink
when the earth tilts towards life
and struggles into long depressions
when tilted into death.
Perhaps
I've listened too long
to the wisdom of gray sprites;
never going deeper
than the light
else
the darkness might steal
my substance
and hoard it
in the lightless purse
of a moonless night.
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