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Jan 2020
another little man
casting shadows
upon the moon

as an impossible object
born from tangible things

life alive
it is always in a state of production
and our dreams they are always
a reflection of that motion

"a big shadow cast by a tiny tree"

so what we want will not always be what we see
to be the things we achieve along this way

before the endings of our beginings
we will be always more
than all of our shortcomings

and of what is left
we have to be less
of something more

when it is finished

one by one
death by death
life by life

we are all of us,
more
than just flesh and shortcomings
and we will all of us
be less
than the truth of our overcoming's

from a great species
visceral
intellectual
fatally human
... perpetually alive
as only more than one
can this come
Written by
Middle Shelf
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