Golden mortality.
Burning to brightly to see,
Casting us in our own shadows.
Shadows which we chase,
Chase and trip and fall into.
Into the black,
The black shadow cast by our mortality.
Mortality which blinds us to its very nature.
Life is fleet.
Life is bright.
Golden.
We see only our shadows.
Our own shadows, our ignorance.
Chasing, wishing, tricking ourselves into believing in immortality.
Chasing our shadows,
Shadows cast by mortality.
White shadows.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is my world of nothing No end no beginning, Neither in nor out, Neither up nor down. This is the glass pane of a window Hard nothing to keep out the cold. Something no one notices But is always there. Like a single droplet of mist Or the hum...
