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Defined
Under lamp-post stars, I paused. For, at that moment beneath my feet there lay naught but shadow. I looked above at that bulbous light; a daunting, electric glow loomed there, overhead: a man-made moon. Under this crafted globe, I was seen for the first time As a simple, faceless body. In fear (unwarranted?) I stepped back Lest I be the only figure illuminated in the dark world. Shadow fell behind me, then. Each curve defined upon the chalk-white stone. (Have I disturbed the universe? For I have dared to pass through and mar it all) I have changed it all if but for an instant. I step once more through lamplight and watch my outline fall away for a moment it is lost and I am, once more nothing but body in light. Yet I cannot escape myself For I am again defined; Though light might touch Only half of who I am, the other part of me is painted to my right.
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