The shadow hides

beneath everflowing feet

envious on limited trips

here, there, back around


a lingering constant so few

follows with no pace but my own

light finds itself in trapped alleys

draining the very thing which runs the day

destiny is not to be believed in a time like this

I pass by faces I never wished I knew

and thoughts I wished I had

Vicious creation of words

laid down carefully

in sweet hardened divinity

and pebbles place so diligently 

a growing base at your feet

All the while,

time slows to the push of the wind

and trapped in mind

Body asks Shadow

how do you keep up?

at least with someone like me.

The End

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