Against the setting sun my shadow walks beside me
Darkness is that blurry sight which cannot be denied
Walk alone, I cannot, as my shadow is my companion
We hold it all, we hold it close- for it and I are two but one
Today I told my shadow of the glory of the wanting,
the joy of all the sorrow and the bliss for all the trying
Her darkness did not wane nor did it call surrender
her weightless darkness stretched itself and grew a little thinner
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