under a sky going dark

The shadow explodes
My shadow explodes into ten thousand strands
curling and stretching in all directions
(there’s a reason i do this kind of thing
alone)

Strands that expand and constrict
Curl and grip
Relax and relinquish
Touching everything
soft as shadows

My shadow congeals into ten thousand black birds
taking flight under a sky going dark

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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