The sun will shine upon this shadow
That I bear
As I walk gallantly thinking that I am done
In the world bound in joy
Each day that passes with its giant strides and shine
I think that I have conquered the rot
Of hair, fresh and bones
Little knowing that dusk too creeps
With frail but steady steps that
Will do swallow my shadow
In a world where gathering
And storing will never be enough.
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