Keep the lamp oiled,
And have the company of shadows.
The relation—shadows—
Will always creep around;
Their length and breadth
Change
With the lamp's position.
The nearer the money-lamp,
The longer and wider the shadows.
Keep the lamp at a distance,
And their size shortens.
Let the oil exhaust—
The lamp flickers out,
And the geometry of shadows
Vanishes.
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