The man whose shadow I am
Has begun to shrink but not rapidly
As would be proper. At high noon
He doesn't disappear and at sunset
He doesn't grow tall. Turn out the light
And he remains! According to him
Plato discovered that all things here
Are shadows of better things elsewhere
So he is a shadow of his true self and I
Am a shadow of the idea of shadowness.
I ask if his true self ever treats shadowness
To a meal or at least a cup of coffee.
He says probably not since his true self
Hasn't the shadow of a thin dime.
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