A Man And His Shadow

I wish I could express how I really feel

But language is math

    And math is art

And I can’t remember why I started this anymore . . .

   When everything is so nuanced 

What is there to really say, anyway?

 I wish I could tell you robots what it’s like to be a human . . .

The last one to feel something real

   But you can’t be a romantic if you give up hope

Nope

   You can’t keep going if you stop believing 

My head is floating off

   And my soul is lost

And I’ve given up hope

   I don’t feel it anymore

The romantic doesn’t live in here 

   The novelty is gone

Replaced by cruelty 

   That’s what happens when you romanticize romance

The man in the dungeon 

    Saw his shadow on the wall

And tried to integrated him 

   And then his shadow broke him out of the dungeon

  After years of being locked up

He got his freedom

    And he walked around town

Living again

   He saw all of the people

And he saw the sun

   He breathed in fresh air

And saw cleavage

   He saw the market

And the castle 

  And then the kingdom 

And the jester’s

   He saw the slaves

And how the kids behave 

   He saw the lakes

 And all of humanities mistakes

He saw his reflection

   And everything he was

He saw his old lover

   And his old mother

He saw his younger brother

   And the moon

He heard the music 

   And saw so many eyes

 He fed his shadow some food

    And talked to travelers

He smoked with the dragons

   And flew with the owls

And

   After awhile

He stole a television 

   And a couch

   And walked back into the dungeon 

Where he and his new friend, ‘Shadow’

    Set down their new couch

    Mounted their new television 

And locked the door.

CH 9/16/24