Poem

A shadowed sound sees you too
having shared your guile
It wasn’t for a child to find such a thing
as it wasn’t for a shadow to speak at all
Tonight the bearded child crawls
The empty bottle
The blank thoughts
unaware of his searching

-M. Taggart

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