I thought the most beautiful thing
in the world must be shadow,
the million moving shapes
and cul-de-sacs of shadow.
There was shadow in bureau drawers
and closets and suitcases,
and shadow under houses
and trees and stones,
and shadow at the back of people's eyes and
smiles,
and shadow miles
and
miles
and
miles
of it, on the night side of earth.
Factitious:
artificial, sham
You'll never get anywhere like that.
I push it out of me.
All the tears and the hurt...
push it out and let it melt on my face.
Until a smile consumes me.
But it's not from joy
Happiness is supposed to reign today...
at least for me.
And yet I find myself miserable
and taking pain for others.
Saving them the hurt they deserve.
Why am I such a fool.
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