The Thing Itself


I love the ethereal play
Of light and shadow

Leaf reflections on a garden wall
The reach of early morning sunshine
That makes a pattern on the floor

Stars of light arising from the water
Purple shadows on the snow
Light and dark keep interchanging
They drive experience
The world we know

A shadow puppet play
We made as children
That hints at something else behind
A magic show diversion
Distraction from the thing itself


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