Through the blind bridge of the world,
a shadow walks on.
Unaware, it tears free
the hands that were clinging
to the railing
and throws them into the river.
Like a paper boat,
the hand begins to row itself,
drifting away.
The shadow stands watching,
watching the hands
rush off through the restless waves.
Still watching, it wonders:
was it my hand that fell away,
or was it the shadow itself?
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