My Shadow

The prompting of my shadow
has taught me to be humble.
It doesn't care whether it draws me on the bony seats of the trains early in the morning,
on the seamless walls of the cemeteries or on the penumbras of short cuts that betrays the city.

The frame doesn't matter to it,
not the stilted epigraphs.
My shadow impersonates me step by step,
misleads me into the sockets of all the corners,
never answers my questions.
My shadow has taught me to adopt other shadows.
My shadow has put me in my place