They cast silhouettes of things
that don't exist within
but do exist within.
Oceans,
Bullpens ,
campfires and infernos
cast shadows of a self-made *****.
Inner-most desires
portrayed in stature.
The raindrops falling from cloudy skies.
A small town on a cliff.
The light of a cathedral.
The endless churning of the wind and sea
intertwined within one being.
We are made of flesh and bone.
Within us there is so much more.
So
much
more