I had the sense to stop at the sight of your shadow
It wasn't a shadow, no more than you are
It was storm clouds and rain-soaked waters
It walked upright, shade-fingers nimble and alive
You slid along the ground like a shadow
But not like a shadow because your shadow walked upright
You were dragged behind it, a Hector behind Achilles
It led you to dark places, where shadows live
You followed willingly, unwillingly
I stopped at the sight of your doppelgänger
I turned and left you on the ground,
your shadow upright, shade-fingers nimble and alive
I left the upside-down world where
You were on the ground, your shadow upright
And it dragged you to dark places where shadows live
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