He lives there on the floor,
always looking up
at a reality above
he cannot comprehend.
His world is flat,
though he does not know what flat is.
Shadow Man moves and flows with the
light,
always dependent on that other one
for his position in the world.
Sometimes he dances,
a dappled animation
that merges excitedly with
other shadows passing.
I wonder how the world looks
in his view:
a mostly horizontal perspective
which rises up only when
there is something else
to reflect or perhaps project upon.
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