I am not ‘like’ a shadow, I am a shadow.
Look downward, there I will be.
Flat, unnoticed, silent.
Walk all over me, somehow I don’t feel it, or care.
Kick me? You can’t get that low.
I have no perspective.
Without light I disappear, unable to be found.
I have no depth. An old throw rug would be more valuable.
It may seem I have lost what you value most.
I aspired to be a silhouette, but I am afraid of heights.
My essence is posthumous.
The Infinite 