Every shadow has something or someone attached
In a way that is crucial to its existence.
Their movements coincide. In ways, they are alike,
But they are as the thumb and the hole in the dyke.
Connected to each other at each’s expense,
It appears that they are inseparably matched.
Shadows are light dependent. Without it they will
Blend with all that is darkness, which is everything.
Lacking some incandescence, they cannot be seen.
In the meantime, whatever is dank can’t come clean,
Nor can they know the wisdom a light source can bring
To their undefined selves with their roles to fulfill.
Two-dimensional entities can’t but rely
Not only on revealing light. Also they’re tied
To the objects they represent. Every movement
They will mimic precisely and with no intent
To make fun of their objects. They can’t try to hide.
Flat creatures have no freedom and can’t wonder why.
As if quantum entanglement is taking place
Between shadow and object, they work as a team
To solicit attention to subconscious drives.
Reconciling behaviors complex, one survives
All the drama that life holds. It is a daydream.
Both the light and the darkness we must learn to face.