This shadow never leaves me.
The shadow of my own being.
It’s not concrete,
it’s not even abstract,
yet I cannot show it
to the world
and present it
like fruits on a platter
ready to be sacrificed and given
to the deities.
I cannot give, I cannot sacrifice
this shadow of my being.
It exists and yet it doesn’t.
It’s real and yet it isn’t.
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