Shadow opens its black door.
Shadow widens without end.
Shadow makes no promise of return.
The breath leans forward.
The bones lean after.
The name loosens from the skull.
Shadow is the tide with no moon.
Shadow is the eclipse that does not lift.
Shadow is the gate that does not hinge.
The body remembers nothing.
The voice unthreads from sound.
The heart stops calling itself home.
Shadow is where the self goes thin.
Shadow is where the map goes blank.
Shadow is where the witness ends.
No star remains to guide.
No shore remains to reach.
No light remembers us.
Shadow widens its quiet mouth.
Shadow draws the shape inward.
Shadow holds, and keeps.