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Static hand in front of the sun,
A black bodied hand forms behind it,
Still as the static hand,
Stable,motionless but lifeless.
Never reckoned to reputation,
A personality so contradictory to,
It’s authoritative body,
More than a thallus,less than a carcass,
Body differentiation,limb by limb,
No eyes,no mouth,no sight,no speech,
A mute spectator without vision.
The sun sets,
Dusk falls upon.
The contradictory body
Merges with its authority,
Like a soul in a cadaver,
Solitude of both bodies,
The voids of each other’s absence,
Filled with unification as one.
Just like red sun,
merging with horizon
An affectionate vista,
Of a shadow connecting,
With its body.