When the world fades down to this,
A pale light giving only its converse shadow
A mere marionette claiming the small gloom
How we dance when the lights let us stand alone
Shadowless we are without echo or reminder
Clear in the grip of the primacy of solitude
Illumination forces us to see ourselves, mirrored
These darkened shapes we leave upon the wall
Growing as our days get heavy and weigh down the sun
How these long nights let our shadows
Fill up the great secrets of the world
The small corners we will never reach
And yet our hands unfold, unfold again
Claiming the absence, the empty as home
Filling the soft spots of this world with our glistening gloom
