Wanes
I trap my shadow.
I pin it by footpad to the concrete.
I crush it.
Happiness wanes
At the terminal point—
At the edge of the nimbus.
What I’m Reading:
“the darkness is as heavy as he is himself, he thinks, and the darkness is dense and thick, now it is one single darkness, a play of blackness”
— Jon Fosse / Aliss at the Fire
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