The true secret of shadows
is in the mysteries it unriddles.
The shadow of a stick in Alexandria
and Syene told Eratosthenes the
precise length of the earth's curve.
Walking towards shade on a
sweltering June day you learn
how a tree achieves completeness
only when it marries its shadow
and welcomes parched souls
in its groovy, bucolic shade.
The way our shadow lives with,
accompanies us everywhere, the
way it elongates and shrinks
with the sun's changing address
in space, is also perhaps a key.
To know length is only an illusion.
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