So it is daybreak again and again
I am an expert in shadow art and I see
twelve hundred profiles of your body
but not one nothing is looking up
except me at my shelter my spot
out of the rain my blessed habitat
so this is what she said
it would be like for me
moving pictures around the room
in comic disarray and organising
a gift from my left wing days
and re-organising a life
a lifetime in this never relenting
dawn that makes me rise and sing
for the shadows but shadows
are not moving shadows

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