Wrestling with my Shadow

 

My shadow dogs my path. It dwarfs me,

this daemon, this desolate god.

Could I live shadow-free ?

Would I fly ?

What would be left of me ?

 

Here are some more thoughts on the shadow :

 

First Sightings

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