no shadow

i was walking in the dead of night

when i saw a stately shape with human eyes

my companions left i was suddenly alone

when the ground blackened into coarse soot

aged cigar smoke,

gothic gravel stone

the shape followed a certain dance under streetlamps, 

avoiding the light at a caving cost

still mortality was so, it flung into bright at the rarest times

behold, there was no contour

the harkening man held no shear outpour

his companion too seemed to have left him,

so that his gaze was an uncanny strange, to me, 

who indeed held an axon shade,

to check i bent ahead,

but no, 

it seemed this shadow too left with my friends

looking back up at him erelong,

suddenly it all bent sense

the man could've been me, but from the unforeseen past of one possible world, 

without the earth's axis, made so.

at present he turned to face me

he had holes for eyes

this is when i saw myself in his blank slate --

a nonexistent space,

where should have been his

face

he was my shadow,

and i was mine, 

now who to keep,

the word was mine.