A collection of original poems and photos. I believe that art comes out of humility. Herein lies my crash course of the said matter.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Cast Fall

Shadow of my shadow,
though I do not see it,
with its slender fingers,
pointing along the eclipse edge,
seeking to escape its cape.

Out of control,
its sights tremble,
like an action film,
conjuring quicker breath,
fighting sort with brevity.

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