I am that which casts shadows.
I am a shadow.
I am a piano,
Unaware of the one who strikes my keys.
I am the letters on this page,
This thought,
This moment.
I am your disbelief.
I am the thickness of night,
Wrinkling the skin of old dogs,
Pricking the dreams of frightened children.
I am a voice,
Calling out to itself.
I am what answers.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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