The Weight of Our Shadows, Heavy As a Cloud at Midnight

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I often wonder if I ever had
the strength to pry up and
lift your shadow, the one
pressing mine during those
burdensome Summer days
of my Winter, Spring and Fall.
They took up little geography,
our shadows, the sun smiling
from its pinnacle saw to that.
But the daystar so high, so hot,
weighs heavy upon the mind
and on the steps of a man
with nowhere to go
and everything to be.
The nexus of our lightlessness
carried all the heft of a single notion,
but one as heavy, as dense
as that cloud at midnight
cloaking my heart, bowing my back,
smothering any smoldering emotion.
Neither of us could never lift that,
so one of us had to go.

Another long title for a free-written dreamy walk through a shadowless haze to a full-moon illumination.

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