Winter bright sun
throws itself reckless
across my wall
playing creator of shadows
not the real thing
but distorted views
of absoluteI hold my hand
to block its light
provoke a dialogue
become intertwined
in confusion
unable to distinguish
truth from forgeryWinter night enters quickly
more quickly than invited
blends shadow and matter
deeply into measureless space
solitude and emptiness
the sameWhen you come to me
Promised Light
not to reshape my tenement
not to quarrel over ordinance or creed
you come as first gleam
diamonding icicles
held in precious purchaseWhen you come to me
you stand in my light
bearing my shadow
I see the brilliance of
me in you
singular
not plural
incarnate both
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